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HONORED ON PANEL 15W, LINE 69 OF THE WALL
PATRICK MAURICE DILLON
WALL NAME
PATRICK M DILLON
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15W/69
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LEFT FOR PATRICK MAURICE DILLON
POSTED ON 10.30.2014
POSTED BY: Douglas DeHart
We miss you
I was there when "Matt" Dillon died at Sub-sector Camp in Duc Lap. He was a brave man, a steady soldier, and a friend to many of us. We miss him.
Doug DeHart - D btry 5/22 FA
Doug DeHart - D btry 5/22 FA
POSTED ON 11.13.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]
Remembering An American Hero
Dear SSGT Patrick Maurice Dillon, sir
As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.
May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.
With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir
Curt Carter
As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.
May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.
With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir
Curt Carter
POSTED ON 11.8.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Pat is buried at St Francis Cemetery in Belmond,IA. BSM PH
POSTED ON 2.1.2006
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