DOUGLAS L FRIED
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HONORED ON PANEL 27E, LINE 9 OF THE WALL

DOUGLAS LAWRENCE FRIED

WALL NAME

DOUGLAS L FRIED

PANEL / LINE

27E/9

DATE OF BIRTH

11/30/1942

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TRI

DATE OF CASUALTY

09/25/1967

HOME OF RECORD

MISSOULA

COUNTY OF RECORD

Missoula County

STATE

MT

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

SGT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR DOUGLAS LAWRENCE FRIED
POSTED ON 9.25.2013
POSTED BY: A Marine, Quang Tri, Vietnam

Semper Fi

Semper Fi, Sergeant.
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POSTED ON 9.20.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SGT Douglas Lawrence Fried, 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 5.16.2011

Miss You Uncle Doug

Just wanted you to know I miss you and I named my first son after you. I have your uniform in my closet and you will always be remembered. If you served with my uncle doug or are his friend please contact me, I would love to know more information. thanks you
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POSTED ON 12.8.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Douglas is buried at St Marys Cemetery, Missoula,MT. BSM PH
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POSTED ON 9.25.2003
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 family, 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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