GREG F GOODMAN
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HONORED ON PANEL 16E, LINE 121 OF THE WALL

GREG FREDRIC GOODMAN

WALL NAME

GREG F GOODMAN

PANEL / LINE

16E/121

DATE OF BIRTH

11/01/1944

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BINH DUONG

DATE OF CASUALTY

03/20/1967

HOME OF RECORD

SAN CLEMENTE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Orange County

STATE

CA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SP4

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR GREG FREDRIC GOODMAN
POSTED ON 1.29.2018
POSTED BY: Krysteen Wescott

I found your picture and familly

My name is Krysteen Wescott and I am the daughter of Sgt 1st class Robert H Wescott Jr. It meant a lot to me to find your picture.I wrote to Cynthia and now I see your picture is posted. You are remembered
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POSTED ON 11.29.2015
POSTED BY: Robbie Martin of Victorville

Hero, friend and neighbor

I've looked up to you with admiration since I was a child. You followed your dad in fighting for the USA. Yours is the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom and way of life. Thank you Greg for your selfless gift.
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POSTED ON 3.1.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SP4 Greg Fredric Goodman, 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.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 9.1.2012
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Greg is buried at Victor Valley Memorial Park, Victorville,CA. BSM PH

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POSTED ON 8.24.2006
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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