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Joseph P. Frankowski, USMC In loving memory of my dad, Joseph P. Frankowski, who fought in vietman, korean, WWII, and may'be more, I can't really remember, because i only had the chance to see him, until I was 3 years old. after he retired, I was born in 1995, I witnessed his death in 1998. Every Memorial Day, I always think of him, even for the 11 years he was gone, I still think of him. Every time I go to Dumfries Cemetary, I always look at his tombstone first. I would see: Joseph Frankowski, born: August 8th, 1925, Death: July 5th, 1998. I always get choked up inside when I see it. Thanks Dad for fighting for all of those years, you were, are, ans will be the greatest dad in the world. | ||||
Santo Domingo In Loving memory of L/CPL. Russell Rowe USMC. Who died on June 19th 1965 from his wounds received at the conflict in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republc. He served on the Coral Sea. He has always been in our hearts and minds. | ||||
Lt. Col. Les Oonk Dear Daddy,Another Memorial Day has come and gone and we will always remember you and miss you. You died on August 13, 1970 following a lifetime of military service: you fought in WWII and Korea. You flew with SAC during the Cold War and then died in Vietnam coordinating air traffic. Your generation was a selfless one. When you passed both the pilot and navigator exams in WWII, you asked which the country needed most. The answer was navigators, so you set aside your desire to pilot. A decorated veteran, you were a wonderful Dad, always making sure that we children felt your love and pride. That love and pride was and still is reciprocal, Dad. I know you must pray for our troops now and pray for peace. May all who read this join you and me in those prayers. "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." Matthew 5:4 | ||||
Bruce Ducat In memory of Bruce Ducat who served with the Green Berets in VietNam. Bruce was our Troy High School 1959 class president and will again be remembered at our 50th reunion this October. He is sadly missed and will never be forgotten. | ||||
Stanley Ross I read the book about Stan Ross letters to his family from Vietnam, his sister did a wonderful tribute with that book. He did not make it back from Vietnam. His book touched my heart and soul and he forever be remembered by me for giving his life in Vietnam. His family grieved his lost and is still an on going process, when you loose someone tragically the wound never heals.Ana Hernandez | ||||
My Brother In memory of my brother William Albert Aspinall who lost his life 13 sept 1967 I just want to say you are remembered by many and prayed for daily.Love you, Your brother, Don | ||||
Rememberance I am from a military family. My father, Keith Leslie Mounce was killed in the Battle of the Bulge in January 1945. My mother Ilah was pregnant with me. They had been married less than a year; however, they were high school sweet hearts from Jefferson, Iowa. He is buried at the military cemetry outside of Liege, Belgium Neuville en Condroz. My mother remarried. Quentin W. Raaz became by adopted father. He served in the US Air Force and flew in the Berlin Airlift. I want always to remember the sacrifice that my fathers, yes fathers, and my mother gave so that I can live in this beautiful country. Thank you. | ||||
John Rex Bartlett My Dearly Beloved John,As children we knew each other through our families at church, as we got older we knew each other attending the same church and schools. Then one day as young adults we saw each other in a different way and became close together and decided we would marry. This was all I could think about then and what my life was to be. One day you came and told me you felt that you should go and serve you country in Viet Nam and this you did. I was proud to talk about my Army guy and what you were doing, As pilot and gunner of a Helicopter and the sacrfices you were making to help your fellow man. We wrote many letters to each other until one day they stopped coming, it was then that I learned from your family you volunteered to help two soldiers whom had fallen under fire from the Viet Cong and needed medical help.This was so like you. You and three others set out to get them but a rocket hit the helicopter blowing it up, I was also told you being the gunner that day, that you were shot and killed before the helicopter blew up, this was January 18th 1969. On this day my heart broke in a million pieces, my future with the boy I had known since I was eight years old was now only to be a memory. A memory I hold very close and dear in my heart, I have missed you all these years and a part of my heart will always belong to my "Johnny Angel". I am proud of what you did for our country and the sacrfice you paid so that others can live among the free. I have been married now for along time, I married a Marine three tours in Viet Nam, he has a Bronze Star for bravery, and a Purple Heart. I saw alot of you in him and when our son Philip was old enough I told him about a very special man in my life, his name was "John" and he was a soldier in the US Army, he fought in Viet Nam just like his father did to help others. We lost our son to cancer in 2004 but before he died he served in the National Guard as an MP from Pittsburg California. I am very proud of my men and the services they did for their country. I hold alot of respect in my heart for all Vets and their families whom altogether served to make our Nation a Good One. You are always in my heart John and there you will always be, I miss you and thank you for the wonderful memories you gave to me. love Jo | ||||
Tribute I'd like to make a dedication to my uncle Specialist 1st class Manuel P. Carillo from Ft. Worth Texas. He was killed in action searching for land mines during the China-Burma-India theater. We never got to meet him, but we heard many great stories about him from our mother (his sister). May he rest in peace. | ||||
Veterans VeteranThe word veteran is one of being a expert, Experienced, And yet it is the young we owe our very freedom to, Then the young grow up, and as they get older, It is then, we see them as veterans in the eyes of many, The truth is, the very moment they come home, They are veterans of war at such a young age. There is no age limit of being a veteran at war, War has no age, but yet it takes our young. There is no greater love to the man or woman, That sheds their blood for me… There is no greater sorrow, For the one who falls down for me… Maybe one day the word veteran can mean just good At what we do… But until that day, On this day, Memorial Day, I’ll honor the Man and Woman, the Soldier, That has given me freedom this day. Written By Vito Coletto. | ||||
In Memory of my Cousin Tanner O'Leary Tanner was a stand up guy.. only 23 when he died on his first tour of Afghanistan. He had a daughter, Alexa, and left behind as well his mother Carmen and sister Tully. I wish I could have known him .. Wish he could have grown into a old man and had a load of kids and settled down here in SD with the rest of the family, but alas, it was not His plan. Instead, he's my hero.God bless All who served and all who are serving... let their blood sweat and tears serve as a monument to the human sacrifice of war, and to the love they have for their nation and it's people! In a time when the world has become so un-personal, they're fighting for us when they don't even know us!! How awesome is that! Whens' the last time you stopped and thanked a soldier or a vet.. or gave thanks for what they've done for all of our freedoms? I do it today especially, knowing so many mom's and dads, sisters and brothers, grandmas and grandpas, cousins and friends Daughters and sons.. are without those special hard working people, whether they be away at war, or much worse, that they died in war.. it's something worth thinking about every day. God Bless. | ||||
Lt. Michael P. Murphy On June 28th it will be 4 years since I lost my nephew Lt. Michael Murphy, A US Navy Seal, in Afghanistan. He has received many accolades including the Medal of Honor. He would be embarrassed by the attention given him. He would tell you, "I did my job." He never wanted the spotlight and would tell anyone who listened, "remember all veterans who put on the uniform." He was a special nephew who gave his life so that the rest of us could enjoy our freedom. He, along with all our military, past and present, are remembered not just today but everyday in my house. | ||||
Fallen Vietnam Marine I remember fondly, and mourn the loss of Roy Lee Jackson, who died in Vietnam, January, l968, less than a month after he arrived in country. He was a childhood friend and the first of my class to succumb to war in service to our nation. On this day, I salute his sacrifice for all of us. | ||||
In memory of Ray Borduas On April 20, 1967, I reported, as ordered, to the Portland induction center for a physical. There, I met a friend from my high school days at St. Louis. He was classified 1A and I was 1Y. Being told that he would be drafted after graduating from a local junior college, he signed up for the Marine's delayed entry program. After basic and special training, he was sent to Nam where he served for a little over 100 days. He was killed in a crossfire, being hit many times. The strain of his death was too much for his grandfather who died several days later. I still think of him often, the friend gave his all for his country. | ||||
My Brothers Day My Brothers DayIf life had no space in the times that we live, and I could live in my dreams, I’d wish for a day, long ago, far away. One magical day to spend with my brother, just one last time. we could be together I’d hold his head in my arms and say, soft words of love, as he went away. No matter my dreams I can not change that day. He was just a marine who fell that day, killed in a rice paddy in the mud and the heat of day. Just one more of LBJ’s boy’s, one of the many who died that day. | ||||
Civil War In memory of my great-great uncle, Sgt. John G. Abbott of Mays Landing, NJ, who died on August 7, 1863, of wounds received in the July 18, 1863, Union assault on Fort Wagner, Morris Island, SC. Sgt. Abbott served in Company D ("The Die No Mores") of the 48th New York Infantry Regiment, known as "Colonel Perry's Saints." | ||||
Frank Wortman, Union Soldier and Arkansas Peace Society Member I send this information about my great-great grandfather Franklin Wortman (July 6, 1823-April 14, 1911)in tribute to him and his family.Franklin Wortman was born in Campbellsville, Tennessee, and later moved to Searcy County, Arkansas. His family believed in abolition and the Union, so when the Civil War started, his brother-in-saw Bowman Turney, and other family members joined the Searcy County branch of the Arkansas Peace Society. But they were betrayed, and in October 1861 they were arrested and marched in chains to the county seat and imprisoned, then two weeks later marched to Little Rock, where they were given the choice of joining the Confederate Army or hanging. They chose the army. Bowman Turney was shot by his commanding officer at Shiloh so he would not desert and join the Union. Franklin survived that battle and later deserted. While he was away, Confederates killed his father John Wortman as they sought to arrest his stepson Paris Strickland, who'd escaped the earlier round up; the next day, Paris was let go and he later joined the Union Army in Missouri. Franklin, recruited by his brother-in-law Captain Benjamin F. Taylor, joined the Union Army in December 1864: Co M, 3rd Arkansas Cavalry. His wife Elizabeth Turney Wortman and their children endured the hardships of war and his absence, as so many families on either side did. Elizabeth kept the family together, hiding the location of her store of food from the children until mealtimes, after being robbed and finding out that the youngest, too young to realize what to do, had inadvertently told someone where the food had been kept. Franklin returned from the war, but was never the same, and his sacrifice for standing up to the right was not forgotten--his son John Lemuel never forgot the sight of his father being marched away in chains. Elizabeth died in 1910; she and Franklin are buried in Witts Springs Cemetery, Witts Springs, Searcy County, Arkansas. (The above information is compiled from Luther E. Warren's Yellar Rag Boys, published by Sandra Weaver and printed by Penny Pincher Printing in Conway, Arkansas, and personal interviews and written genealogy research from G.M.Wortman Cox (my grandmother) and R.W. Vaughn (my cousin)). Have y'all every read anything about pro-Union Southerners at the National Memorial Day Concert? It would be great if y'all could read this tribute to Franklin Wortman next year. | ||||
In Memoriam On this Memorial Day in 2009, I would like to honor my only brother, T5 Rayburn Trent Davis who was killed in action in St. Avold France on Feburary 23, 1945. Rayburn was killed a little over a month before the war ended in Europe. He had served his country from the first landing of Americna troops in North Africa, to Sicily, Italy and finally France, over 3 years without relief. He was buried in France but his body was brought back to the Country he defended and is buried in a cemetary in Ontario, California. May he rest in eternal peace. | ||||
Veterans I would just like to let you know that I watched the Memorial Day Concert, and many times tears streamed down my face. I would like to tell you that I had three Uncles who served in WW11 and my Husband was a Vietnamvet. They all came home but have since passed away.. One of my Uncles was with the Merrills Mauraders and the other Uncle was in the Battle of the Bulge. My husband was part of the blockade President Kennedy put up at Cuba. I know what it means to have that heartache. I am so proud and grateful for all of the Men & Women who served and are serving. May God Bless them all and hope they come home soon. My prayers and thoughts are with them and their families until they all come home. | ||||
memorial day my uncle john s lewis served n the navy in the late 60's to early 70's even though he didn't died in the line of duty he passed away in feb 8,2003 of lung cancer in the navy he read the radar.and on this day every year i give him honor and he is missed so very much today is very hard for me i miss him so much and i cryed today thinking of him and wishing he was still around and prayers for the ones he served with before he died me and my daughter would go to his apartment and helped take care of him and i know even though he has passed he will remember who took care of him.this is in memory of john s lewis he is barred off rt 140 at gasvison vet cemetary. from your niece sherry martin | ||||
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