HONORED ON PANEL 33E, LINE 78 OF THE WALL
TIMOTHY HAROLD ARTMAN
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TIMOTHY H ARTMAN
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LEFT FOR TIMOTHY HAROLD ARTMAN
POSTED ON 6.20.2025
POSTED BY: Tim Bennett
Named after Mr. Timothy Harold Artman
My name is Timothy Bennett, son of David Bennett. My father named me after Mr. Artman because of the personal impact he had on my dad.
My dad wrote his memoirs down before his passing in Oct 2022 and always spoke highly of Mr. Artman. 1/8/68 is the day before my dad's birthday and since that time my dad never celebrated or talked about his birthday. I wrote this so any family of Mr. Artman can know his legacy still lives on.
RIP Mr. Artman and know I carry your name proudly!
My dad wrote his memoirs down before his passing in Oct 2022 and always spoke highly of Mr. Artman. 1/8/68 is the day before my dad's birthday and since that time my dad never celebrated or talked about his birthday. I wrote this so any family of Mr. Artman can know his legacy still lives on.
RIP Mr. Artman and know I carry your name proudly!
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POSTED ON 12.31.2022
POSTED BY: chuck broadhurst
To a Friend
My oldest son is named after this friend - rest in peace
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POSTED ON 11.19.2021
POSTED BY: Ed Kimberley
The Crispy Critter
Tim, your black 51 Pontiac will always be remembered as the Crispy Critter after the interior caught fire in our car club garage when you fired up the torch and started cutting metal for tire clearance. I will always remember that night. You made the ultimate sacrifice and those of us that made it home respect that sacrifice. You are not forgotten by anyone that knew you.
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POSTED ON 3.28.2021
POSTED BY: John Fabris
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.
As long as you are remembered you will never die...
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.
As long as you are remembered you will never die...
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POSTED ON 12.17.2020
POSTED BY: Kathy
Childhood memory in Tennessee
I remember Tim as a young man visiting his grandparents in Tennessee each summer. He practiced learning to drive his grandpa's old truck around the ponds. We lived across the road and he visited us sometimes. He and his wife visited us shortly before he returned to Vietnam. I was so devastated to learn of his death. I have never forgotten him and his wife. They were such a cute couple and just getting started. He was such a wonderful person.
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