DANIEL L AULT
Help us find a better quality photo for this individual
VIEW ALL PHOTOS (3)
HONORED ON PANEL 49W, LINE 38 OF THE WALL
DANIEL LEE AULT
WALL NAME
DANIEL L AULT
PANEL / LINE
49W/38
DATE OF BIRTH
CASUALTY PROVINCE
DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
RANK
REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR DANIEL LEE AULT
POSTED ON 8.6.2022
POSTED BY: Mike taylor
I remember the day
Aug. 10/68 Daniel was a casualty during a friendly fire
Rocket attack by our own jets during a fire fight in the ashaw valley. We were together there. He was shot in the foot about six weeks earlier and just returned to the unit.
I think of him often.
Rocket attack by our own jets during a fire fight in the ashaw valley. We were together there. He was shot in the foot about six weeks earlier and just returned to the unit.
I think of him often.
read more
read less
POSTED ON 10.11.2021
POSTED BY: Stacy Chobanoff
Thank You
I never had the chance to meet you Uncle Butch, so I want to say thank you for all that you gave and did for our country. You are truly not forgotten.
read more
read less
POSTED ON 10.11.2021
POSTED BY: Stacy Chobanoff
Thank You
I never had the chance to meet you Uncle Butch, so I want to say thank you for all that you gave and did for our country. You are truly not forgotten.
read more
read less
POSTED ON 4.22.2021
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 truly 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 truly die....
read more
read less