TOM P ACTON
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HONORED ON PANEL 66E, LINE 5 OF THE WALL

TOM PERRY ACTON

WALL NAME

TOM P ACTON

PANEL / LINE

66E/5

DATE OF BIRTH

09/06/1930

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

05/23/1968

HOME OF RECORD

BEDFORD

COUNTY OF RECORD

Tarrant County

STATE

TX

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

GSGT

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Contact Details

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR TOM PERRY ACTON
POSTED ON 5.23.2016

We never forget

Park Myers, Jr
[email protected]
Fellow Marine in Vietnam
Mattawana, PA., 17054, USA
Tom Acton, was my gunnery, sergent, at Delta, CAP., unit, near Dien Ban. He went in my place, with Steve Olsen, driving the truck to deliver water, to other units. I always went with Olsen, but this day, the gunny wanted to go to check, out the area. They hadn't gone more, than 1/2, mile out, of camp, when they were ambushed. If Tom hadn't gone, that day, I would have died with my friend, Olsen. The gunny, saved my life. I've tried to find some, of his family in recent years, but have been unable, to locate anyone. Thank you Gunny, it should have been me.
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POSTED ON 5.23.2016
POSTED BY: A US Marine, Vietnam

Semper Fidelis

Semper Fidelis, Gunny.
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POSTED ON 10.18.2015
POSTED BY: brother marine

never forget

thank you, Gunny.
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POSTED ON 4.28.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Tom is buried at Blue Bonnet Hills Cem, Ft Worth,
TX PH
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POSTED ON 8.27.2006
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.

written by Mary Frye
circa 1932
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