Brother killed in Vietnam.
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A cardboard box sits
unopened on a table outside Tyler Wilson’s
home in Boulder.
“This is all of Mike’s stuff,” he said. “This
is the first time I’ve opened it.”
The contents inside belonged to William
Michael Wilson, known to friends and family
as Mike.
On June 27, 1969, Private First Class
William Michael Wilson died in a battle
“trying to take another hill” in Vietnam
near the border of Laos and Cambodia, said
Tyler Wilson. Mike Wilson was the second
young man from Sublette County to lose his
life during the Vietnam War, the Pinedale
Roundup reported on July 3, 1969. He died
outside a small, remote outpost called Ben
Het, the article continued, “when a booby trap
detonated.”
Born on April 12, 1949, Mike Wilson was
barely 20 years old when he gave his life for
his country, community and family.
“Mike went to Vietnam and served in the
army just like his fellow men and women,”
Tyler Wilson said. “I’m still here because
of my brother and the other army men and
women. If it weren’t for the military, we
wouldn’t be standing here today looking at the
green grass and mountains. One day you wake
up as a young kid and then become a soldier
the next day. I’ve seen it.”
Fragments of history
Back in 1969, the Wilson home, built more
than 100 years ago, stood alone on a dirt road
south of the Boulder firehouse.
“There weren’t any of these houses or
fences around,” Tyler Wilson said. He pointed
to a field across from the front porch.
“That’s where we took pictures of Mike
when he graduated (in 1968).”
Tyler Wilson looked across the same yard
more than 50 year ago when a car pulled up
to the house. Tyler Wilson was only 10 years
old at the time.
“We were sitting on the front porch –
grandpa,” he said. “My dad was up working
on the mountain (as an outfitter) and mom
was in the house. One of the survivors from
Mike’s platoon, one of the boys serving with
Mike, came up the drive with a Colonel
Eastman.”
The military men delivered the news
that Mike Wilson died fighting in Vietnam.
They left a box with the family containing
letters, military forms and personal items that
belonged to Tyler’s older brother.
Months after graduating from Pinedale
High School, Mike Wilson received his draft
notice.
“He came home that evening and told
everyone in the kitchen that he thought about
running away to Canada like others did,” Tyler
Wilson said. “But dad said, ‘You’re not going
to run away. You’re going to fight for your
country and protect your brothers and sisters.’
So Mike said, ‘okay.’ He loved his country.”
Tyler Wilson carefully pulled each
document from the box and unfolded them on
the table. The military forms included report
cards from Mike Wilson’s training days at
Fort Ord – he excelled at basic training.
In May 1969, Mike Wilson shipped out
from Oakland, Calif., for Vietnam with
the rest of his platoon. The box contained
checklists of what the soldiers were allowed to
bring, down to the amount of cash permitted
for the trip.
The box also contained a “Welcome to
Vietnam” packet. Mike Wilson served in
the 1st Battalion, 52nd Infantry, known as
the “Ready Rifles” with the motto “fortis et
certus,” meaning “the brave and the true.”
The 52nd Infantry formed the basis for the
198th Infantry Brigade, activated in May of
1969 for deployment in Vietnam.
The soldiers of the 198th lived up to their
motto in Vietnam, the U.S. Army states on its
website.
“During the Vietnam
campaign, the unit
distinguished itself in combat
operations, destroying enemy
bases of operation, capturing
weapons and ammunition
caches and denying the
enemy use of infiltration and
logistical routes.”
More memories
Mike Wilson showed grit
and courage long before
he was called up. When he
was 16, Mike Wilson left
for a hunting trip up Horse
Creek with his brothers.
One was seriously injured.
While another brother stayed
behind, Mike went to find
help.
“Mike ran 3 miles as fast
as he could,” Tyler Wilson
said. “That proved he’d be a
strong soldier and man in his
life.”
Mike Wilson loved
the outdoors, hunting and
working with horses. Before
getting drafted, he worked
as an outfitter for his father’s
company, Silver Creek
Outfitting, and for the Falers
at White Pine.
The box delivered to the Wilson family in
1969 contained several personal items taken
from Mike Wilson’s kit the day he died. These
included a shaving razor, brush, name patches
and his wallet. Tucked inside the wallet was a
1967 Wyoming Game and Fish small game
hunting license.
“Mike was an excellent shot and one hell
of a horseman,” Tyler Wilson said. “We’d go
out riding every day to Silver Creek.”
Tyler Wilson recalled his older brother
returning from a successful horn-hunting
season.
“Mike got plenty of elk horns stacked
up on a saddle horse,” he said. “He was out
gathering antlers just for the fun of it.”
Letters from Mike Wilson’s girlfriend took
up a significant portion of the box. Wilson
carried the letters with him during the weeks
he spent in malarial swamps and rice paddies
where the enemy lurked in the shadows.
“Mike had a girlfriend, his high school
sweetheart,” Tyler Wilson said. “They were
going to get married when he got out of the
army. But he never made it back and it broke
her heart.”
Mike Wilson spent a lot of time with Tyler
and the other Wilson brothers.
“Me and my brother were pretty close,” he
said. “There were six of us boys growing up.
Mike was really kindhearted.”
Tyler Wilson keeps his brother’s dress
uniform and the American flag that the U.S.
Army draped over William Michael Wilson’s
coffin safely stored in the family home.
“I’m proud of that flag and that uniform,”
he said.
In front of the house, another American flag
flaps in the wind. This one is weather beaten
and frayed around the edges, but all 13 red and
white stripes and 50 stars still stand out. “That
flag out front is tough, just like my brother.”
cutting wire – me, my brother, sister and