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HONORED ON PANEL 1W, LINE 42 OF THE WALL
FRANCIS JOHN DAVIS
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FRANCIS J DAVIS
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LEFT FOR FRANCIS JOHN DAVIS
POSTED ON 12.3.2012
POSTED BY: Jim and Tom Reece, and Rosa King
Salute to a Fellow Veteran
You gave your life for your country and for this we Salute You.
Photo is courtesy of Angela Gates.
POSTED ON 3.27.2011
If Ishould die...remembrances for LCDR Francis John DAVIS, USN...who made the ultimate sacrifice!!!!
If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigilks by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.
POSTED ON 6.14.2007
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
On Silver Wings
They Flew The Skies
These Brave Young Men
Who Fought And Died
When Duty Called
They Went So Brave
Now Families Mourn
Beside Their Grave
Who Can Forget
What Courage They Had
Some Have,Some Did
And That's So Sad
POSTED ON 6.14.2006
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
Who Shall We Send
"An God said who shall we send.I aswered I am here,send me."
Isaiah 6:8
Ewiges Restgeben An Ihn
Isaiah 6:8
Ewiges Restgeben An Ihn
POSTED ON 6.17.2005
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