JAMES R DINGER
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HONORED ON PANEL 5E, LINE 41 OF THE WALL

JAMES ROBERT DINGER

WALL NAME

JAMES R DINGER

PANEL / LINE

5E/41

DATE OF BIRTH

11/29/1944

CASUALTY PROVINCE

PR & MR UNKNOWN

DATE OF CASUALTY

02/16/1966

HOME OF RECORD

THOMPSONVILLE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Benzie County

STATE

MI

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SP4

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR JAMES ROBERT DINGER
POSTED ON 5.20.2018
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear Sp4 James Dinger,
Thank you for your service as an Infantryman with the 1st Cavalry. Memorial Day is coming up, and we remember all you who gave their all. It has been too long, and it's about time for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 2.16.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter ccarter02@earthlink.net

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SP4 James Robert Dinger, 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
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POSTED ON 12.30.2010

Never Forgotten

Never Forgotten
Rest in peace with the warriors.
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POSTED ON 12.14.2009
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

James is buried at Mona View Cemetery in Muskegon Hts, MI. PH
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POSTED ON 12.22.2005
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

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