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  Name: 
  
  
  Vincent Bernard
  Rank:
  
  
  
  Lance Corporal 
  Service Number:
  
  2357451
  Service:  
  
  
  Combined Action Platoon 1-3-6, CACO 1-3, 
   
  
  
  
  1st Combined Action Group, III MAF
   
  
  
  
  3rd Marine Regiment, United States Marine Corps
  Awards:
  
  
  Combat Action Ribbon, National Defence Medal, Purple Heart, 
   
  
  
  
  Vietnam Campaign Medal, Vietnam Service Medal
  Date of Birth:
  
  September 7, 1945
  Place of Birth:
  
  Waqmiqkok (Wagmatcook), Victoria County, Nova Scotia
  Date of Enlistment:
  July 5, 1967
  Place of Enlistment:
  Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts
  Address at Enlistment:
  Dorchester, Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts
  Date of Death:
  
  September 21, 1968
  Age at Death:
  
  23
  Cemetery:
  
  
  Queen of The World Cemetery, Wagmatcook, Victoria County, Nova Scotia
            Remembered on Panel 43W, Line 51 of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Washington, DC
  Remembered on the Canadian Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Windsor, Ontario.
  Born on September 7, 1945, Vincent, of Mi'kmaw heritage, was one of ten children of Frank Bernard (1913-
  1967), who predeceased his son, and Mary Susan (Isidore) Bernard (1917-1991) of Pka'wi'knk (Nyanza), 
  Victoria County, Nova Scotia. Vincent left his five brothers and four sisters to live with his uncle, John 
  Bernard, who had been chief of the Mi'kmaw Reserve in Wagmatcook and had moved to Boston, 
  Massachusetts. Vincent’s father was born in Kweso’mkiaq (North Sydney area) of Cape Breton Co., NS.
  Vincent joined the United States Marine Corps and his tour in Vietnam began December 13, 1967, where he 
  was assigned to Company G, 2d Battalion, 3d Marine Regiment, 3rd Marine Division (Reinforcement), of the 
  Fleet Marine Force until he was reassigned and joined CAP (Combined Action Platoon) 1-3-6, CACO 1-3, 1st 
  CAG, III MAF on July 20, 1968.
  Combined Action Platoons, or CAPs, were units where Marines would live, train, and patrol with local 
  Vietnamese PFs (Popular Forces) in their villages and who were little more than armed civilians. A squad of 
  Marines would be assigned to villages that had a high enemy presence to instill the fighting spirit in the local 
  PFs so they could protect their families and fellow citizens against their enemy, the Viet Cong and NVA.
  On September 21, 1968, while on patrol, the men of CAP 1-3-6 encountered an unknown number of enemy 
  VCs on the outskirts of Phu Le village, in the Binh Son District of Quang Ngai Province, after a furious 
  exchange of gunfire, Lance Corporal Vincent Bernard was killed in action, the result of a head wound 
  inflicted by hostile small arms fire.
  His body was recovered, and he is 
  interred at the Queen of The World 
  Cemetery, Wagmatcook, Victoria County, 
  NS, and remembered on the Vietnam 
  Veterans Memorial wall at the National 
  Mall in Washington, DC, and the 
  Canadian Vietnam Veterans Memorial 
  (The North Wall) in Windsor, Ontario.  
  Vietnam War Veterans Day is 
  commemorated each March 29th in the 
  United States of America
  Sma'knis’ (soldier in Mi’kmaw) is a poem written by Will Basque (Sergeant, US Marine Corps, Vietnam) that 
  was dedicated to Corporal Lance Vincent Bernard about participating in war.   Will Basque (1945-1998), Staff 
  Sergeant, US Marine Corps (1964-1968), completed two tours in Vietnam.
   
 
 
  Vincent Bernard
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
  Sma'knis
  By Will Basque
  I have always kept returning ever since the day I was born
  Each time your drum and circle called, my soul was ripped and torn
  Forever as I picked up my lance, my quiver and my bow
  The eagle soaring me on high would swoop down and drop me low
  But it is my duty to fight for my people and for my nation
  The test and trials of war are but my sacred tribulations
  I am called Sma'knis
  In the days of probes and invasions by some other tribes
  I fought off our enemies so that peace would come alive
  Yet I was most needed later in a time called 1752
  My promise to never surrender, Niskam made come true
  As my Giganums fought on, never even blinking an eye
  We won our peace and friendship but it was me who had to die
  I am called Sma'knis
  I returned in a generation with the echoes of your drumbeat
  To march with George Washington, with my brothers, the Malecite
  No retreat - no surrender was our promise at Watertown
  We protected America's freedom, we never let them down
  The guarantee of self-government was what we all agreed
  But I was killed in action, so our people have the Jay Treaty
  I am called Sma'knis
  I slept for more generations, well over a hundred years
  But came to life to return to war to fight in Germany
  I slogged in mud at Verdun where I saw a new kind of war
  They called it World War I but World War II was even more
  I went through hell in a place called Dieppe to land at Normandy
  I was there to liberate Holland but my body was buried at sea
  I am called Sma'knis
  As the communist world swept over from Europe to the Far East
  My reserve back home is what I missed, I hungered for your feast
  High on a hill in Korea while freezing in the lonely cold
  I sweated in deep desperation for our orders were "to hold"
  Although completely surrounded, we held our position's goal
  Staving out human wave attacks but I was killed while on patrol
  I am called Sma'knis
  While as a youth still in my teens, some said I was a fool
  But boot camp at Parris Island was nothing to residental school
  I fought in the jungles of Vietnam and kept my Mi'kmaq pride
  And brought home my people's honor through the men I kept alive
  I was there at Con-Tien and Khesanh, in the battle of Hue/Phu-Bai
  But as I laid fatally wounded, only Niskam heard my cry
  I am called Sma'knis
  Don't take your freedom for granted, the Trickster is always at work
  He'll take and keep, not give and share, the circle would die from hurt
  I fought for rights and freedom, not just ours but the world's
  And laid down my life for my fellow man, "no greater love" I'm told
  Remember me each summer at mission, pow wows and Maine
  For Niskam knows if you forget my death, then I have died in vain
  I am called Sma'knis