HONORED ON PANEL 43E, LINE 6 OF THE WALL
BILLY MICHAEL HOLLIMON
WALL NAME
BILLY M HOLLIMON
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43E/6
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LEFT FOR BILLY MICHAEL HOLLIMON
POSTED ON 3.7.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]
Remembering An American Hero
Dear PFC Billy Michael Hollimon, 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
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 6.12.2009
POSTED BY: Dave
U.S. Marine, South Vietnam
PFC Billy Hollimon (19), USMC
Purple Heart
South Vietnam: 1968
Unit: H Company, 2nd Battalion, 26th Marines
KIA: March 15, 1968
Purple Heart
South Vietnam: 1968
Unit: H Company, 2nd Battalion, 26th Marines
KIA: March 15, 1968
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POSTED ON 5.29.2008
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Billy is buried at Mt Hope Cemetery, Mt Hope, AL
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POSTED ON 9.22.2003
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer
NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER
It's said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for family, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers.
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.
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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