CARL R HUTSON
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HONORED ON PANEL 8E, LINE 104 OF THE WALL

CARL RICKIE HUTSON

WALL NAME

CARL R HUTSON

PANEL / LINE

8E/104

DATE OF BIRTH

11/09/1945

CASUALTY PROVINCE

PR & MR UNKNOWN

DATE OF CASUALTY

06/28/1966

HOME OF RECORD

CLARKSVILLE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Johnson County

STATE

AR

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PFC

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR CARL RICKIE HUTSON
POSTED ON 5.8.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Rickie is buried at OAkland Memorial Cemetery, Clarksville, Johnson County,AR.
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POSTED ON 6.28.2005
POSTED BY: Dave Kruger, 196th LIB. 66-67

Not forgotten

Carl, Although we never met, I just want you to know you are not forgotten. You gave the ultimate sacrifice, your life for what you believed in. Sleep well my friend, and thank you for protecting the freedoms we have today.
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POSTED ON 3.29.2004
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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POSTED ON 3.18.2004
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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