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<em>Denis Wayne Galloway</em> was serving with the 101st Airborne Division at the time of his death. He received the Silver Star, the Bronze Star Medal, the Purple Heart, and two Vietnam Medals.</p>
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Denis entered the Academy with the Class of 1964 after two years at Washington University in St. Louis. His first two years at West Point were in K-2 where he established a reputation as a strong athlete in intramural sports and as a scholar. With his background and maturity he was able to help classmates and even the upperclassmen in both mathematics and engineering. In the class shuffle he came to M-2 during his “Cow Year” and quickly won esteem among his contemporaries and was called “Uncle Denis” for obvious reasons. He maintained a high academic average and managed to read at least three novels a week and even found time to Iearn to play the guitar. He participated in the Glee Club and was on the staff of the Pointer, both activities providing him with trips to New York City. Denis had an adventurous side and spent his share of hours on the area that year for an after hours trip into the town of Highland Falls.</p>
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During the previous summer, Denis spent a month on Army Orientation Training in Germany. There he met the girl that he would have married had his life not been so cruelly ended. Following graduation, Denis requested assignment to Europe where he was stationed with an Engineer unit near Frankfurt. During Christmas of 1965 Denis flew home with his bride-to-be and introduced her to the Galloway family in Elsberry, Missouri,</p>
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When Sigrid returned to Germany, Denis remained in the States for a few days and stopped by Fort Campbell, Kentucky, then home of the 101st Airborne Division, and visited with classmates. He remarked at the time that he felt his family liked Sigrid and was very pleased about their reaction. He also said that he intended to volunteer for duty in Vietnam. That was the last that I, his old roommate, saw of him.</p>
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I can remember him sitting at the desk in his room playing a song by the name of “Down in the Mines” on his guitar, or reading the Elsberry Democrat which became an institution for its down to earth editorials, grass roots wit, and vignettes of that portion of Americana which he loved. As a hardy and independent person he disliked the regimen of school just as he later rejected the relatively secure position of a "peacetime’’ assignment to volunteer for combat duty.</p>
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He was that kind of man, and as with all heroes and young men who die, he will be frozen in time for the rest of us; to remain a young man in our memories as we the living grow older, and sadder, that we will not see him again.</p>
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<em>—JMC</em></p>