In Memory

Paul Loidolt

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02/16/16 09:58 AM #1    

Mark Schwartz

The only way I knew Paul was because he sat next to me in 9th grade during first hour algebra.He always seemed like a pleasant guy. I don't know the circumstances of his death, but I always thought there was some injustice in his name not being a part of the Viet Nam War Memorial. Another classmate, Doug Morton, is on the wall. Doug sat behind Paul in that same class. I don't know whether Doug graduated with us, but I note him as a classmate that's permanently inscribed on a wall dedicated to honor the loss of those from our generation. When I've stood before that memorial I think of those lost and cry.





02/21/16 09:35 AM #2    

Sharon Shack (Nodine)

I remember Paul well. His father was my pastor growing up. Paul died of injuries he sustained during the Vietnam war. 

02/22/16 08:11 AM #3    

Karen Shack (Golden)

Paul was my pastor's son. After being shot in Vietnam, he had numerous medical challenges, walked with a cane and was never himself He was a good guy. He passed away shortly after ny father did.

02/22/16 09:34 AM #4    

Laura Hobe (Robbins (John, Class Of 65))

I remember Paul from grade school and church. He gave me one of those resin hearts the boys were making in shop class.  He was such a sweet guy. 


02/22/16 02:43 PM #5    

Dianne Agnew (Prusinowski)

Paul's family fought for his name to be added to the Vietnam Wall Memorial and his name together with 13 other servicemen was finally approved for addition to the wall.  Their names were unveiled on May 11, 2014.  

02/22/16 06:59 PM #6    

Sharon Shack (Nodine)

Thank you for the information Diane! Are you still in contact with his family? I assume his parents have passed away.

05/07/16 11:22 AM #7    

Allen Perry

Paul was my best friend in grade school, being neighbors and going to the same church.  I am glad to hear that his name has finally been added to "The Wall".  His injuries were severe and he lived in pain for the few months after he came home.  I often think of those that went to Vietnam and never came back.  A funny memory of Paul and I was the time that I spent the night at his house.  We decided to sneak out and go down to Camelback Bowl and play the pinball machines.  I was watching him play when someone tapped me on the shoulder.  It was my Dad.  The manager had called him to say that his "juvenile delinquent" son was down there playing pinballs at midnight.

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