HONORED ON PANEL 46W, LINE 13 OF THE WALL
GUY ALLEN DAVISON
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GUY A DAVISON
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46W/13
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR GUY ALLEN DAVISON
POSTED ON 5.30.2023
POSTED BY: Cliff Bolstad
Just To Say
Hi Guy, It's sure has been a long time since high school hasn't it. Some crazy times there, huh? I still remember you're little accident at the door. I know it really bothered you a lot at the time and I really hoped that fairly quickly you left it behind. Life was sadly too short..... but thanks so many times for all the fun and laughs.
You were a really good friend that had a big heart and I just want to say you are still not forgotten.
Cliff
You were a really good friend that had a big heart and I just want to say you are still not forgotten.
Cliff
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POSTED ON 5.29.2023
POSTED BY: Jeramy Olson
Teaching to never forget
Today is Memorial Day and my son and I went to the cemetery to pay respects to those who paid for our freedom with their life. We visited Guy Allen Davidson’s burial site and then read about him online. We wanted to make sure his sacrifice is not forgotten. God Bless
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POSTED ON 5.29.2023
POSTED BY: Dennis Wriston
I'm Proud of Our Vietnam Veterans
Specialist Four Guy Allen Davison, Served with Company C, 720th Military Police Battalion, 89th Military Police Group, 18th Military Police Brigade, United States Army Vietnam.
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POSTED ON 6.3.2022
POSTED BY: John Fabris
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 sunlight 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.
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'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.
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