JOEL CROCKETT
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HONORED ON PANEL 26E, LINE 111 OF THE WALL

JOEL CROCKETT

WALL NAME

JOEL CROCKETT

PANEL / LINE

26E/111

DATE OF BIRTH

10/06/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TRI

DATE OF CASUALTY

09/22/1967

HOME OF RECORD

OSCEOLA

COUNTY OF RECORD

Mississippi County

STATE

AR

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

PFC

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR JOEL CROCKETT
POSTED ON 2.27.2018
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear PFC Joel Crockett,
I hope your photo is put here because this wall of faces needs yours. Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. It is so important for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 9.22.2013
POSTED BY: A Marine, Quang Tri, Vietnam

Semper Fi, Marine.

Semper Fi, Marine.
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POSTED ON 9.19.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PFC Joel Crockett, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 10.4.2009
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Joel is buried at Whiteside Memorial Gardens in Osceola, AR.
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POSTED ON 2.23.2004
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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