HONORED ON PANEL 8E, LINE 50 OF THE WALL
JOHN TERRY ADAMS
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JOHN T ADAMS
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LEFT FOR JOHN TERRY ADAMS
POSTED ON 8.18.2012
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
John is buried at St Peter Catholic Cemetery, Mt Clemens,MI. PH
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POSTED ON 11.9.2011
POSTED BY: Alex Pfeifer
Never Forgotten
A true American hero like so many other.
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POSTED ON 11.12.2007
POSTED BY: John Espinoza
You are remembered
My name is john espinoza and i would just like to say it is an honor to be leaving a fallen soldier, a citizen, and a man a message of remembrance and to say thank you for serving our country
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POSTED ON 4.3.2007
POSTED BY: A grateful citizen
Always in our prayers
The Lord God blessed us to have such an honorable, selfless man sacrifice his life in order to protect his people. You are in our prayers forevermore and may God keep you safe for all eternity.
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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
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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