BOYED T ADAMS
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HONORED ON PANEL 26W, LINE 16 OF THE WALL

BOYED TIMOTHY ADAMS

WALL NAME

BOYED T ADAMS

PANEL / LINE

26W/16

DATE OF BIRTH

02/03/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TRI

DATE OF CASUALTY

04/21/1969

HOME OF RECORD

ZOLFO SPRINGS

COUNTY OF RECORD

Hardee County

STATE

FL

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

PFC

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR BOYED TIMOTHY ADAMS
POSTED ON 3.19.2014
POSTED BY: Sel J. Wong, [email protected]

Marine Brothers

This is his boot camp photo from Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island, Platoon 397. He earned the title “U.S. Marine” on September 23, 1968.

Thank you for your service to our great nation, my brother.
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POSTED ON 12.11.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PFC Boyed Timothy Adams, 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 4.21.2012
POSTED BY: A Marine

Semper Fi

Semper Fi, Marine.
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POSTED ON 11.20.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Boyed is buried at Wauchula Cemetery, Wauchula,FL. 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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