FRANK C HARRIS
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HONORED ON PANEL 49W, LINE 40 OF THE WALL

FRANK CAY HARRIS

WALL NAME

FRANK C HARRIS

PANEL / LINE

49W/40

DATE OF BIRTH

01/17/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

08/10/1968

HOME OF RECORD

MOBILE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Mobile County

STATE

AL

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

PFC

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR FRANK CAY HARRIS
POSTED ON 4.7.2019
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear PFC Frank Harris,
Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. It is Lent, which is a time of preparation. The war was years ago, but we all need to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 8.10.2014
POSTED BY: A Marine, USMC, Vietnam

Semper Fi, Marine.

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POSTED ON 8.10.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PFC Frank Cay Harris, 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 5.7.2004
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Frank is buried at Mobile Nat Cem.
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POSTED ON 12.3.2003
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 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
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