HONORED ON PANEL 4E, LINE 39 OF THE WALL
JOHN OLIVER ARNN
WALL NAME
JOHN O ARNN
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4E/39
DATE OF BIRTH
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DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR JOHN OLIVER ARNN
POSTED ON 3.9.2006
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
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POSTED ON 1.25.2006
POSTED BY: Bill Nelson
Never Forgotten
FOREVER REMEMBERED
"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."
Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.
We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:
Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.
From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers
"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."
Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.
We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:
Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.
From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers
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POSTED ON 6.1.2004
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer
NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER
It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the 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 6.2.2000
POSTED BY: Jim Perry
Major John Arnn
I would like to honor the memory of Major John Arnn, who I knew in the last few days of his life.
Major Arnn commanded the U.S. Special Forces unit in Chau Doc Province, on the Cambodian border in the Delta. I was assigned as the Assistant USAID rep in Chau Doc in December 1965. In the few days remaining to him. Major Arnn would lead his unit by my home each day on their morning run, and he would urge me to join them. He had made a personal commitment to get me in shape.
Major Arnn died December 26, on a ride through an outlying area of the province. Each time he rode by that mountain, controlled by the VC, he would sit in back of his jeep and spray the mountain with machine gun fire. That day the VC had anticipated him, and detonated an explosive under the jeep as it went by. Major Arnn and his driver were killed. His friend, my boss Tony Cistaro, was severely wounded and left for dead.
May his soul rest in peace.
Jim Perry
Major Arnn commanded the U.S. Special Forces unit in Chau Doc Province, on the Cambodian border in the Delta. I was assigned as the Assistant USAID rep in Chau Doc in December 1965. In the few days remaining to him. Major Arnn would lead his unit by my home each day on their morning run, and he would urge me to join them. He had made a personal commitment to get me in shape.
Major Arnn died December 26, on a ride through an outlying area of the province. Each time he rode by that mountain, controlled by the VC, he would sit in back of his jeep and spray the mountain with machine gun fire. That day the VC had anticipated him, and detonated an explosive under the jeep as it went by. Major Arnn and his driver were killed. His friend, my boss Tony Cistaro, was severely wounded and left for dead.
May his soul rest in peace.
Jim Perry
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