HONORED ON PANEL 19W, LINE 60 OF THE WALL
RIGOBERTO GOMEZ-DIAZ
WALL NAME
RIGOBERTO GOMEZ-DIAZ
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19W/60
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DATE OF CASUALTY
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR RIGOBERTO GOMEZ-DIAZ
POSTED ON 12.10.2012
Remembered
LOH Crew Chiefs who flew scout mission at Casper. (Left) Richard Canning, KIA 10-4-69 & (Right) Robert Gomez, KIA 8-18-69.
Rest in peace with the warriors.
POSTED ON 11.3.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Rigoberto is buried at Calvary Cemetery in Los Angeles,CA. BSM AM ARCOM PH
POSTED ON 4.27.2006
POSTED BY: A Friend
Always in Our Hearts
We have spent thirty plus years trying to forget what Vietnam had done to us, but it is very difficult when you return there each night. It is very difficult to forget when the memories are still clear and vivid in one's own mind and try to deal with the pain alone. It has taken thirty years, but the Casper Platoon over the past two years has learned that we need to be together as a family and share the pain with others who understand what we hold inside. The healing, we have learned, comes from being together, remembering together, celebrating together and mourning together. Our brothers who died in combat are missed as any family member would be, and at each reunion those of you that were lost to us are remembered in a ceremony dedicated to the memories we all share. You were our brother, you are our brother, and our family is incomplete without you, but your memory lives on within us forever. You are greatly missed at each reunion, but we do feel your spirit among us. God bless America, God bless the Vietnam Combat Veteran.
POSTED ON 11.21.2005
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.
written by Mary Frye
circa 1932
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