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Finding Colonel Crumpler: the Name on My POW Memorial Bracelet

Updated on October 6, 2013

My Bracelet


My Vietnam POW~MIA Bracelet

In 1970s Los Angeles suburbia, the Vietnam war was not the topic of discussion that I recall. At least, not so much in my circle of friends. In fact, I am not sure any of my friends or I gave it any thought. We most certainly could not point out Vietnam on a map or tell you it was in Southeast Asia. I am fairly certain, this held equally true for our parents most of whom were, blue collar, working class, concerned about working over time to earn extra money for the new roof than learning the geography of far off places of war.

We lived a splendid life in our little town below the foothills. On some days, the hills seemed so close it felt like you could reach out and touch them, that is, if Los Angeles smog had not covered them up. In which case, visitors would not know hills were there. When the smog cleared, you would hear the newbies say "I didn't know there were mountains there!" Mountains, what Kansas City transplants call L.A. foothills.

We had a freedom children these days do not have. A life in which we could run and play outside without fear of much except to watch for the occasional car coming down the street momentarily breaking up our game of "keep away." The only rules were to be in before dark and don't talk to strangers-of course no one was a stranger and everyone knew each other.

No, Vietnam was not something anyone in my neighborhood thought of much even with imagines of black and white horrific war scenes shown on the nightly news. Even now when I think back to what I knew then of the war, I see it in my head as black and white scenes on the news reported by Walter Cronkite.

Vietnam Touches our Lives

It was not until I was in the 9th grade in 1970 that Vietnam hit our home. The draft was still enforce but getting called up was a lottery system. My brother and his friends, who were four years older than me, had to register for the draft. Registering did not actually mean getting drafted, that only happened if you had an "unlucky" number. In my case, my parents' religion taught complete objection to the military (or any government body).In order to have the "faith" a believer was a pacifist. So my brother did register, but registered as conscientious objector. He never had to prove his conscientious objector beliefs as his number never reached the draft point. Ironically, years after my parents left their religion, my brother enlisted in the Army and served after Vietnam was long over.

Children only know what they live. My parents were so very unpatriotic. I knew nothing about the military, it was a big unknown for me. I often contrasted my family's anti-war position to that of my English teacher whose son was serving "somewhere" in Southeast Asia.

Mrs. Cole was a kind woman with a true joy of reading which she tried to instill in us. We knew she was remarried and had, from her prior marriage, an older son serving somewhere in Vietnam and a daughter, a year older than me, who attended my same high school. We knew Mrs. Cole was remarried because her last name was different than her children's, a sure give away to us. This was a rare thing back in those days. Divorce was almost non-existent and single mothers with children of different last names--a zero occurrence.

Mrs. Cole's daughter, Katie was a beautiful girl with long, shiny blond hair. Katie embraced being a "hippie" and often when we came into our class, Katie had left her mother a note on the blackboard. It was the popular saying during the anti-war days of the late 60's "War is not healthy for Children or other living things"with a frame of peace symbols and flowers drawn around her writing. I often wondered how Mrs. Cole felt having one child fighting a war so far away and another so radically opposed to it. How did she not side with one and object to the other's beliefs?I suppose maternal love, allowed each child their own opinion, unconditionally.

One day as Mrs. Cole was explaining to us how the Holden Caufield character in "Catcher in the Rye" relates to us, she stopped mid-sentence. We all looked at her, questioning. The instant look of terror on her face was a moment's curiosity to us. We followed her stare to outside the classroom window where we saw a black military car with the Army logo on the passenger side door. Two uniformed men exited the car. Mrs. Cole started saying, "no, no, it cannot be!" She told us to start reading. She paced about the classroom her eyes starting to tear up. The intercom from the school office buzzed at the very moment the school Principal arrived at our classroom door telling Mrs. Cole she was needed at once in the office.

Mrs. Cole was gone the rest of the year. I think she came back the following year for a few months and then was gone forever from our school. Her son, 2LT Wayne "Michael" Cole was dead. We never learned the details. We only knew one of our most favorite teachers was gone forever and forever changed. Her brief return to school revealed a woman who had aged and the sparkle in her eyes, her love of literature and joy in her life seemed to have vanished.

It was not until years later when I visited the Vietnam Memorial Wall did I find Mrs. Cole's son. I learned he had been an Army reservist. His length of service was only one year. He arrived in South Vietnam in September, 1969 just about the time Mrs. Cole became my Freshman English teacher. Within a few months, her son would be dead. From the archives for the Wall, I found Michael's information:

" WAYNE MICHAEL COLE 2LT - O1 - Army - Reserve Special Forces Length of service 1 years His tour began on Sep 16, 1969 Casualty was on Jan 8, 1970 In KIEN PHONG, SOUTH VIETNAM HOSTILE, HELICOPTER - NONCREW AIR LOSS, CRASH ON LAND Body was recovered Panel 14W - Line 12 "

Mrs. Cole's son dying in Vietnam had a huge impact on me. I do not know if I was any different than others my age, but my teen years were all about death, gloom, wondering when the bomb was going to drop. It seems all the songs of that time were dismal being all about war, destruction so I am fairly certain most of those my age were feeling the same. It was not something we spoke about. Inside, I wanted to do something to support our troops even though many of my friends were confirmed anti-war followers.

Trying to Help

I became a pen pal to several military men. I wrote letters, sent small gifts. I found out about the POW/MIA bracelets and quickly ordered one. It came within a week. The name on the bracelet was "Col. Carl Crumpler" with the date he disappeared "7-5-68". I wore the bracelet everyday, even when friends criticized me and said wearing it was "supporting" war. A war, in their minds that was killing innocent people. Never mind the Viet cong did plenty of that along with imprisoning civilians they "thought" were American supporters and sympathizers. I have since had many friends who escaped Vietnam as children. I have heard stories of parents being imprisoned merely for rumors not fact. Property being confiscated and treacherous boat trips to the freedom Europe and America offered--but that is a story for another hub!

By 1973 I was no longer wearing my POW/MIA bracelet it was replaced with "peace" jewelry but that does not mean I forgot. I have carried my POW/MIA bracelet with me, moving it from place to place for the last 40 odd years. I have lost a lot of things from my youth, like yearbooks, trophies, class rings, but the one constant that I keep is my POW bracelet.

The POWs Return to the States

When the POW's were being released, I remember watching on TV, late into the night and early into the next morning as planes carrying the freed prisoners landed and the prisoners were lead off. I watched and waited as each name was called and to my amazement, one of the last to leave the plane was "Colonel Carl Crumpler" a man I did not know and probably would never meet but whose name is etched in my memory as well as my bracelet. CHEERS and a bit of tears!

Shortly after the return of the Vietnam prisoners of war, I received in the mail a small sticker with a white star and blue background. The enclosed note said to place the star on the bracelet to indicate "my" POW had returned. I proudly put the star on the bracelet where it still sits affixed today.

Whatever Happened to Col. Carl Crumpler?

I have not taken the bracelet out of the box for years but yesterday I did. It is still shiny and amazingly untarnished. I do not know what caused me to think of the bracelet maybe it was because it was Memorial Day or that my late father, a WWII veteran passed away three years ago today; or that so many of my friends have children serving in the military these days, for whatever reason, I pulled the bracelet out from its resting place. As I ran my fingers over the name etched so clearly still on the bracelet, I wondered: what ever became of Col. Crumpler?

It occurred to me the wonders of the internet help us find people from long lost times. Why not see if I can find anything about the former Col Crumpler? I love technology. For all the negatives about the "computer age" making us a society of anti-social beings it conversely helps us to connect and reconnect making us more social than we would be without it.

A Happy Ending

Googling Colonel Crumpler I was pleasantly shocked to find a youtube video made by Col. Crumpler's grandson about the Colonel's time as a POW. With clarity and absent any bitterness, the Colonel relived for his grandson (and the rest of us) what lead up to his capture, how he survived, his release to freedom and coming home. Unlike so many returning Vietnam vets, the Colonel did not find a land of animosity and hatred. Contrary to what most Vets endured, the Colonel said he was treated most kindly and like a "hero". In a time when reality so often is tragic, it is good to know some stories can have a happy ending. I have my closure to the name on my bracelet, thanks to the wonders of the internet and a loving grandson who cared enough to make a video of his hero grandpa.

Rest in peace Michael Cole, your passing was not unnoticed. Thank you Col. Crumpler for your service. Love to your grandson who made a wonderful video that honors you and so many others.

Col Crumpler video by his grandson


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      Pritchard 20 months ago

      Thank you for stopping by my blog Sue Closson. Yes if you scroll up you will see the youtube video of Col Crumpler by his grandson. We do thank the Col for his service. I can't thank him, as I, like you only wore his bracelet. I do not have any personal connection to the Col.

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      sue closson 21 months ago

      Thank You for the information~~I wore his bracelet. I just found it again in my stuff...You Tubed it and found he is alive and free~~~Thank him for his service~~~

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      Pritchard 2 years ago

      Me too Richard! Yes I want to go to the reuion too and tell Col Crumpler thank you. Thank you too Richard for your service!

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      richard martinez 2 years ago

      I am in denver colorado and i got a bracelet with col crumplers name in about 1976 when i was in the service. I had no idea if return it once they are home or how i go about getting it to him. I was curious how many were made and my mind is totally blown that im able to access him thru technology. Im truly amazed at his accomplishments. I read up on. Invite me to the anniversary! Lol! If you have any questions or want to reply my email is i am honored to wear this bracelet.

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      Pritchard 2 years ago

      ML Parker what an experience to have witnessed first hand history and get to actually know someone who lived through it. Col Crumpler seems to me to be a humble and kind man based on the interview by his grand son, his comments and now yours. I am so proud to have worn his POW bracelet and to still have it!

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      MLParker 2 years ago

      I too had and wore the POW bracelet of Carl Crumpler. I know the Crumpler family. Carl stayed at our house in Montgomery Alabama for his first night on American soil on his way home to Florida. My Dad Lawrence Parker and Carl were friends and we still stay in touch his son Todd and his parents. They are really good people! Thank you for sharing your story.

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      Pritchard 2 years ago

      I am so honored you stopped by and posted. Thank you Carl. Happy to hear your Grandfather is still with us and celebrating his 59th wedding anniversary. So awesome. Loved your video.

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      Carl S. Crumpler 2 years ago

      I happen to be the grandson of Col. Carl B. Crumpler. I'm so happy that you all were able to get some sort of closure from the video I made. To my surprise I had no idea what the impact of that video would have on those few select people that wore his bracelet. It brings me happiness that I had such a positive impact on someones life. I'm also happy to report that he is still alive and hanging in there with my grandmother and they will be celebrating their 59th wedding anniversity in the coming year.

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      Pritchard 2 years ago

      Thank you Sonja for stopping by and commenting. Pat on the back to you for wearing the bracelet at all times and being committed. I loved the video Col Crumpler's grandson posted on youtube--see above.

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      Sonja Lindsay 2 years ago

      I wore a POW/MIA bracelet with Col. Carl Crumpler's name on it, in the 70s, while attending Southern Oregon College in Ashland, Oregon. I remember watching as the prisoners arrived home and wondered what to do with my bracelet. The newspaper instructed us to send it to the state listed by the POW's name, in care of the local post office. I sent mine to Col. Crumpler, in Florida, and am in hopes he received it.

      By Googling his name I was pleased to view his video and felt another connection, some 40+ years later.

      I still remember when I was asked to be a bridesmaid in my friend's wedding. The mother of the bride asked that I not wear my bracelet during the wedding as it wasn't dressy enough. I told her I was committed to wear it until I heard otherwise and am glad I did so.

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      Pritchard 2 years ago

      I know what you mean Merrill. Vietnam war was such an emotional issue back in the day for both pro and con. Wearing the bracelet wasn't in support for or against the war it was just a way to support our troops--as it should be in any war!

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      Merrill Bloor 2 years ago

      I was proud to wear Carl Crumpler's name for years till he returned, I actually got demerits in junior high for refusing to take the bracelet of in Gym.

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      Pritchard 3 years ago

      Hi Linda,

      Yes I think there were several mass produced bracelets with the same POW's name on them.

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      Linda 3 years ago

      I also wore the same POW bracelet for Carl Crumpler back in the 70's...interesting.

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      Pritchard 4 years ago

      Hi ThelmaC, Thank you for stopping by, reading and posting. I still tear up when I think of Mrs. Cole. I am sure she is in heaven now with Michael.

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      Thelma Raker Coffone 4 years ago from Blue Ridge Mountains, USA

      Rebecca this is one of the best hubs I have ever read! It really hit home for me as I was a military wife during the 70s and I wore my POW bracelet everyday without criticism. I am proud that you continued to wear yours in spite of the criticism you received. Thanks for sharing the story of Michael Cole, Colonel Crumpler and you.