MICHAEL E BALL
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HONORED ON PANEL 4W, LINE 130 OF THE WALL

MICHAEL EDWARD BALL

WALL NAME

MICHAEL E BALL

PANEL / LINE

4W/130

DATE OF BIRTH

07/18/1952

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

04/17/1971

HOME OF RECORD

NEWPORT

COUNTY OF RECORD

Campbell County

STATE

KY

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

CPL

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR MICHAEL EDWARD BALL
POSTED ON 11.4.2016
POSTED BY: Lucy Conte Micik

Remembered

DEAR CORPORAL BALL,
THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A GRUNT. MY HUSBAND DIED THIS YEAR ON YOUR ANNIVERSARY. ELECTION DAY IS NEAR AND VETERANS' DAY IS APPROACHING, MAY THE SAINTS AND ANGELS GUIDE YOU. REST IN PEACE.
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POSTED ON 1.5.2016

Ground Casualty

CPL Michael E. Ball served with 3rd Platoon, C Company, 3rd Battalion, 21st Infantry, 198th Infantry Brigade. On April 17, 1971, CPL was killed from injuries suffered when he accidently triggered a mechanical ambush device that had been set by another platoon. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org]
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POSTED ON 4.18.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear CPL Michael Edward Ball, 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, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 7.17.2007
POSTED BY: robert Sage

We Remember

Michael is buried at Paint Lick Baptist Church Cem, Gallatin Co, KY.
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POSTED ON 3.23.2006
POSTED BY: Bob Ross

Do not stand at my grave and weep

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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Frye – 1932

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