ROBERT E FLANNERY JR
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HONORED ON PANEL 19E, LINE 24 OF THE WALL

ROBERT EDWARD FLANNERY JR

WALL NAME

ROBERT E FLANNERY JR

PANEL / LINE

19E/24

DATE OF BIRTH

09/26/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TRI

DATE OF CASUALTY

05/03/1967

HOME OF RECORD

ST HELENA

COUNTY OF RECORD

Napa County

STATE

CA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

PFC

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Contact Details

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR ROBERT EDWARD FLANNERY JR
POSTED ON 8.21.2007
POSTED BY: Patrick Burke

School starts

The school year has begun again. My kids have that air of trepidation and excitement mixed together and it is good to see the world through their eyes. I forgot to mention to you earlier that Mr. Toogood, our "better-dead-than-red" coach and teacher passed away, but then, maybe you knew that before the rest of us. He was a great man. Harvest has started early and the slow moving trucks trundle up and down the highway, jamming up the tourists and commuters. The leaves are turning and starting to drop. Football is in the air. Many of us miss you.
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POSTED ON 6.13.2007
POSTED BY: Major Patrick Burke

A month or two...

After writing the last note, I remembered your sister-in-law. She runs a local oil distribution company. Well, she RAN the company which has since vanished to make way for the new St Helena. A very small woman, attractive and in-charge! I think she had two children, your nephews. I worked for her for a while and had a good time. In case no one has shared this with you, I have some bad news. St Helena is nothing like it was when you left us. Our home town is now very different and you wouldn't recognize anything. King's is gone. As well as Vern's Copper Chimmney. Roman's Shoe Repair has made way for some expensive, chic, restaurant. The tractor supply store became a hardware store and is now some kind of artists's showroom. Eddie's Texico is gone, and the Beacon is for sale. The Greyhound bus stop is a florist's. There are a lot of realtors and financial wizards, and lawyers, who inhabit the place to help the rich who have invaded and won't go away. It is no longer a small rural town surrounded by ranches and farms. It is now a magnet for anyone who wants to be a part of the wine image. Perhaps it is for the good, but it is hard to tell because everyone who used to live there is long gone, and being a part of the past, well, that gives me a certain bias. I brought my kids to the Memorial Day ceremony, and they had a good time, scampering around the honor guard in search of brass... We went by to see you and say hello...Jake, Mitchell, and Colin (we call him Little Colinski), all young boys who had no idea why we were standing there on such a fine day until I mentioned that I was a friend of your brother and that you had died in a war a long time ago.

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POSTED ON 5.4.2007
POSTED BY: Major Patrick Burke, USA

I knew your family

while I was growing up in St Helena. I never met you although I have heard about you. Your parents were quiet and dignified, living in their home up behind my house. The first time I met your dad I was a little intimidated because he was so silent, but knowing now that he was suffering the loss of a son, I can see him in a different light. I don't remember much about your mom except that she was nice when I went over to your house to play with David, your little brother. We were in the same grade. David was a very easy-going student who was well-liked. Like all boys, he loved muscle cars. I haven't seen your family since 1983 when I graduated from high school and never really looked back, but I have thought about you. I stop by to reflect at the memorial here at the capitol. Even though we have never met, I think about you and your family and how I wished I could somehow ease what is every parent's nightmare. Rest in Peace.
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POSTED ON 3.9.2005
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 5.3.2004

Thank You

I am student at Gridley high school. I am a senior and for my sociology class I am doing a posting project for the fallen soldiers of Vietnam. I would like to thank you for the ultimate sacrifice that you made for America and me. You showed great courage and heart for what you did for the American people. Thank you for everything that you did, your family should be proud.

Sincerely,
Ben. J
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