In line for a Bronze Star Medal is Pfc. Tracy M. Mosley, son of Mr. & Mrs. William H. Mosley, 2345 Seventh Ave. N, for actions performed during enemy operations in Vietnam.Mosley, acting as scout for a team of the 3rd Reconnaissance Battalion of the 3rd Marine Division, spotted an Army helicopter taking on arms fire & shortly afterward, a small column of Viet Cong coming down the road in a staggered column approaching their position. The team took refuge in an abandoned church & during the two & half hour fight, there was not a single casualty. Two days later, on the morning of Aug. 17, a three man Viet Cong column was seen & a gunship called in for cover fire. The group was surrounded but returned heavy fire which forced the enemy to fall back & take cover.
The team was extracted from its position by new forcers moving in.
Mosley is a native of St. Peterburg & a 1963 graduate of St. Peterburg High School.
NOTE FROM BARBARA: TRACY'S WIFE
See if Tracy had not seen the Viet Cong , they all could have been killed. He did tell me that their was a tree next to the church that he climbed in , so he could get a good shot on them all & after he jumped down from the tree it was shot down. How lucky he was to have made it home. Then when he returned home people called them baby killers & blamed them for the war. Tracy said alot of times it was not our fault we just did what the government wanted done. The president & the congress & senator was the reason we were there. They would not let them do what they came to do, because they wanted the war to continue so they could make money at the cost of many peoples life's, How sad. He said this many times, Barbara
The words were written in 1814 by Francis Scott Key, who had been inspired by the sight of the American flag still flying over Fort McHenry after a night of heavy British bombardment. The text was immediately set to a popular melody of the time, "To Anacreon in Heaven."
The National Anthem consists of four verses. On almost every occasion only the first verse is sung.
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so
proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose
broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous
fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly
streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting
in air,
Gave proof thru the night that our flag was still
there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet
wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the
brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through
the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in
dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze,
o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half
conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the
morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines
in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may
it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the
brave.
And where is that band who so
vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's
confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no
more!
Their blood has washed out of of their foul
footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling
and slave'
From the terror of flight and the gloom of the
grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth
wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the
brave.
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen
shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's
desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n
rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and
preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our
cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our
trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall
wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the
brave.
