HONORED ON PANEL 18E, LINE 17 OF THE WALL
JACK HERBERT ANDERSON
WALL NAME
JACK H ANDERSON
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18E/17
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DATE OF CASUALTY
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR JACK HERBERT ANDERSON
POSTED ON 8.6.2024
POSTED BY: doc anderson
Dad
Jack was my dad. He was funny. Funny as can be. He used words like "flap jack" for a pancake and "barking spider" for a fart. For a 4-5 year old like I was, this was GOLD. He was a good man. But he kept to himself. He swam in the ocean like an otter and when on land he shot anything that was game or a varmint that came within his sights. He loved his hobbies, International Scout jeeps, Fishing, Shooting, Taxidermy, Painting, Furniture building, Camping, Rocks and gems, arrowheads, Giving hair cuts to his kids, Berry picking, Cards, Talking. I wish I had more time with him. I've held on to may of his interests. I remember the rifles at the funeral and visit his grave with gifts whenever I can. But, I have to say, this guy was HOOKED on war. His mind had developed around instant life or death or wounded. He was a warrior.
Deland
Deland
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POSTED ON 7.21.2024
POSTED BY: Donald L Nichols
Served under
Then S/Sgt. Anderson was our Drill Instructor for Platoon 267 in 1965 at MCRD San Diego.
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POSTED ON 8.28.2023
POSTED BY: Michael Fischer
The memories never go away.
Jack I was the gunner on your tank when God called. The loader and I were both wounded. I am know 75 years old. I was 18years old at the time and remember you as a damn good Marine and leader.
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POSTED ON 4.9.2021
POSTED BY: john fabris
do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
As long as you are remembered you will never truly die....
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
As long as you are remembered you will never truly die....
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