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HONORED ON PANEL 49E, LINE 40 OF THE WALL
CHARLES CURTIS CROW
WALL NAME
CHARLES C CROW
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49E/40
DATE OF BIRTH
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DATE OF CASUALTY
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR CHARLES CURTIS CROW
POSTED ON 10.7.2011
We miss you Brother.
POSTED ON 11.28.2010
POSTED BY: Ro
We Remember
Charles is buried at Union Cemetery, Bakersfield,CA. PH
POSTED ON 5.12.2008
POSTED BY: Wanda Diane Stoller (Crow)
The Brother In My Dreams
Dearest Big Brother,
I have no memory of you save your picture in your uniform. You were so handsome! Daddy is gone now, and Mama, too. She cried every day for you. After Mama passed, I opened your trunk and read the letters you sent...an insight to who you were. I found the picture of you and Jamie when you were just 3 or so...a beautiful boy with coal black hair and clear blue eyes. I looked in thru your wallet and found a picture of the only girl you ever loved. Years ago, I watched her children and the oldest told me her Mama said she could have been my niece. I wish I could know you now. I sit with my own family and I am sad that they will never know the love of their "Uncle Curt". Jamie holds your trunk now, then it will pass to Stephen, and, in time, back to me. I know you wait for the day we will all be together again. Until then, sleep peacfully, Dear Brother.
I have no memory of you save your picture in your uniform. You were so handsome! Daddy is gone now, and Mama, too. She cried every day for you. After Mama passed, I opened your trunk and read the letters you sent...an insight to who you were. I found the picture of you and Jamie when you were just 3 or so...a beautiful boy with coal black hair and clear blue eyes. I looked in thru your wallet and found a picture of the only girl you ever loved. Years ago, I watched her children and the oldest told me her Mama said she could have been my niece. I wish I could know you now. I sit with my own family and I am sad that they will never know the love of their "Uncle Curt". Jamie holds your trunk now, then it will pass to Stephen, and, in time, back to me. I know you wait for the day we will all be together again. Until then, sleep peacfully, Dear Brother.
POSTED ON 9.1.2004
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