HONORED ON PANEL 23W, LINE 24 OF THE WALL
PETER ROBERT ADAMS
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PETER R ADAMS
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23W/24
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LEFT FOR PETER ROBERT ADAMS
POSTED ON 5.31.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter
Remembering an American Hero
Dear LCPL Peter Robert Adams, sir
As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for the ultimate sacrifice that you 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. And please know that men and women like you have stepped forward to defend our country yet again, showing the same love for country and their fellow Americans that you did- you would be proud.
With respect, and the best salute that a civilian can muster for you.
Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 2.16.2007
POSTED BY: Bob Redd
Rememberance to a Fellow Marine
Pete,I'm so sorry that I did not see what you were doing on the other side of that bamboo wall.I was reading a map and thought all the guys had laid down in the shade.I wish Doc and I could have done more for you.You were a great Marine and were badly missed by your brothers and friends.I know you are with the Lord,safe in his hands and whole again.Semper Fi my friend and fellow Marine.Bob Redd squad leader,B 1/1 3rd herd 68-69.
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POSTED ON 8.28.2006
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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