WILLIAM E CORDERO
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HONORED ON PANEL 2E, LINE 15 OF THE WALL

WILLIAM EDWARD CORDERO

WALL NAME

WILLIAM E CORDERO

PANEL / LINE

2E/15

DATE OF BIRTH

07/20/1935

CASUALTY PROVINCE

LZ

DATE OF CASUALTY

06/22/1965

HOME OF RECORD

SANTA BARBARA

COUNTY OF RECORD

Santa Barbara County

STATE

CA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

AIR FORCE

RANK

MAJ

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Contact Details
ASSOCIATED ITEMS LEFT AT THE WALL

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR WILLIAM EDWARD CORDERO
POSTED ON 3.19.2006

Mentor & Mentee

This press photo was taken in Vietnam in 1965. Bill Cordero is smiling in the navigator position and Brig. Gen. Stephen D. McElroy, a mentor and friend, piloted the B-57.
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POSTED ON 6.22.2005
POSTED BY: Bob Ross

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.

Mary Frye – 1932

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POSTED ON 6.16.2005
POSTED BY: anonymous

Timelessness and Sacrifice

There is a memorial plaque that reads "Veterans are Timeless". Bill Cordero has crossed the barrier of time to touch the lives of his family. His unplanned sacrifice on that final volunteer mission was so that his son Tony could lead thousands of others who were destined to experience the loss of a parent in war times, and to understand their pain first hand.
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POSTED ON 4.18.2005
POSTED BY: Jessica Corley

Distant Cousin

I learned about William when I was on my way to Washington D.C. and my grandmother Marianna asked me to get a rubbing of his name. Of course I asked who he was and why she wanted one. I learned that he was a wonderful person whom she looked up to. I would love to learn more about his life. All my respects.
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POSTED ON 8.29.2004
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer

NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die
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