HONORED ON PANEL 1E, LINE 126 OF THE WALL
RANDOLPH TRUMAN HICKS
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RANDOLPH T HICKS
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1E/126
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LEFT FOR RANDOLPH TRUMAN HICKS
POSTED ON 5.28.2015
POSTED BY: Mike Switzer
Sky Soldier Honored
173rd ABN Tribute for the first member of the 173rd to fall in RVN.:
On behalf of myself and all our fellow paratroopers who served in Viet Nam
with the 173rd "Herd" Brigade, let me offer our sincere respect and regrets
for your ultimate sacrifice.
May you rest in peace and never be forgotten by family, friends and comrades.
On behalf of myself and all our fellow paratroopers who served in Viet Nam
with the 173rd "Herd" Brigade, let me offer our sincere respect and regrets
for your ultimate sacrifice.
May you rest in peace and never be forgotten by family, friends and comrades.
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POSTED ON 8.13.2014
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Randolph is buried at Holland Cemetery, Humphreys County, TN.
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POSTED ON 5.28.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter
Remembering an American Hero
Dear PVT Randolph Truman Hicks, 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 6.8.2005
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
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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