HONORED ON PANEL 3W, LINE 75 OF THE WALL
DENNIS MICHAEL DICKE
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DENNIS M DICKE
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3W/75
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LEFT FOR DENNIS MICHAEL DICKE
POSTED ON 2.24.2011
POSTED BY: J.F. Mahoney
Capt Dicke was my CO, MarDet USS INTREPID
I knew Capt Dicke for 2 yrs while with the MarDet USS Intrepid. He was a good man. I worked in the MarDet office. We were both on the Intrepid 1967 to 1969.
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POSTED ON 11.20.2006
POSTED BY: Gene Keith Huddleston
Photo collage of Mike. I served with Mike in Phu Bai 1965.
Mike commanded the 2nd Platoon of Charley Company, 3rd Reconnaisssance Battalion, 3rd Marine Division, FMF, from April 1965 through May 1966, at Phu Bai and Danang, Republic of Vietnam. Mike led scores of recon and combat patrols during his first tour. The photo was taken by Company 1st Sergeant Lyndolph Ward as Mike was returning from a patrol and making his way up the hill from the helipad at Camp Reasoner in Danang. Not shown are photos of the Wall and Mike's headstone in Arlington National Cemetery that were made during the 2002 reunion of the 3rd Recon Association in Washington. A ceremony was conducted at the Wall where the names of all the fallen and missing Recon Marines were read. When Mike's name was called, Larry O'Toole, one of Mike's Marines, stepped forward and accepted the flag to be placed at the Wall under his name. Mike was a fine Marine officer and friend, and we miss sharing sea stories, family news, and retirement activities with him today.
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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
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