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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
CASUALTY PROVINCE
DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
RANK
ASSOCIATED ITEMS LEFT AT THE WALL
REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR WILLIAM EDWARD CORDERO
POSTED ON 3.19.2006
Mentor & Mentee
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
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
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.
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.
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