HONORED ON PANEL 26E, LINE 100 OF THE WALL
CHARLES EDWARD DENNY
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CHARLES E DENNY
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POSTED ON 10.17.2023
POSTED BY: [email protected]
Ground Casualty
BM3 Charles E. Denny was a Boatswain’s Mate serving with Assault Craft Squadron 13, Assault Craft Unit 1, U.S. Naval Forces Vietnam. Assault Craft Unit 1 boats resupplied Marine forces with LCU’s (amphibious landing craft) and conducted day and night armed reconnaissance patrols. As a Boatswain's Mates, Denny had a variety of duties including ship handling, cargo handling, anchoring, rigging, deck seamanship, and related equipment maintenance and administration. While serving in the northern I Corps tactical zone, Denny went on sick call on September 19, 1967, and was treated by Navy staff at Delta Medical Company at Dong Ha in Quang Tri Province, RVN. He was medivacked to Naval Supply Activity (NSA) Da Nang Station Hospital the next day where he was admitted at 7:15 PM with a diagnosis of pneumonitis. Despite intense therapy to save his life, Denny expired the following day at 10:02 AM. He was 28 years old. Pneumonitis, the inflammation of lung tissue, can be caused by breathing in irritants such as mold, bacteria, fungi, or chemicals. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org]
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POSTED ON 9.3.2022
POSTED BY: Michelle Keyes
Dad
I miss you everyday wish I would have known you. Now I'm looking to see if your second wife is still alive and if not I want to know who's got your flag.
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POSTED ON 4.18.2022
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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