HONORED ON PANEL 32W, LINE 18 OF THE WALL
ROBERTO ACEVEDO
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ROBERTO ACEVEDO
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LEFT FOR ROBERTO ACEVEDO
POSTED ON 11.22.2021
POSTED BY: Donna Moore
Happy Heavenly Birthday
You will forever remain in our hearts and prayers
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POSTED ON 10.10.2021
POSTED BY: [email protected]
Ground Casualty
SP4 Roberto Acevedo was an infantryman serving with A Company, 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry, 1st Cavalry Division. On February 3, 1969, the Third Brigade, 1st Cavalry Division, began Operation Cheyenne Sabre, a search and destroy operation to deny the enemy rice and cut their infiltration routes. Acevedo’s unit set up camp at LZ Liz in Long Khanh Province, RVN, twenty miles northeast of Bien Hoa City, where the Cavalrymen spread out over the countryside in search of the enemy. On February 12, 1969, Acevedo was placing trip flares outside of his unit’s overnight defensive perimeter when he was fired on after being mistaken for a hostile force. A medivac helicopter was requested, and the wounded Acevedo was placed aboard. During flight, the aircraft shifted abruptly, and he fell into a river and was drowned. His body was recovered. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org and the book “1st Air Cavalry Division: Memoirs of the First Team, Vietnam,” a U.S. Army publication]
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POSTED ON 3.17.2021
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 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.
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.
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POSTED ON 5.22.2020
POSTED BY: Chiara
My grandpa
I never got to meet him but we have lots of pictures of him. My dad (his son) look just alike . I wish I could of known him RIP grandpa
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