MARK H EATON
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HONORED ON PANEL 3W, LINE 131 OF THE WALL

MARK HASKIN EATON

WALL NAME

MARK H EATON

PANEL / LINE

3W/131

DATE OF BIRTH

10/12/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

08/13/1971

HOME OF RECORD

TAYLORSVILLE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Smith County

STATE

MS

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SSGT

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Contact Details

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR MARK HASKIN EATON
POSTED ON 10.4.2015
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Mark is buried at Clear Creek Baptist Church Cemetery, Taylorsville, Smith County,MS.
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POSTED ON 7.15.2014
POSTED BY: David R. Walley, Sr.

Missing My Childhood Friend

Mark, I miss you a bunch and have for all these years, but you left me with memories of my childhood that I will never forget. I left Vietnam on August 26, 1971 and did not know you were gone until I got back to the "World" Think of you often, especially on August 13 of each year. Hope to see you again one day..
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POSTED ON 11.15.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SSGT Mark Haskin Eaton, 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 8.13.2007
POSTED BY: Dave Avery

Who Shall We Send

"An God said who shall we send.I answered I am here,send me."

Isaiah 6:8

Ar dheis De go raibh a anam
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POSTED ON 8.26.2005
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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