HONORED ON PANEL 27E, LINE 11 OF THE WALL
JOHN LESTER KITZMILLER
WALL NAME
JOHN L KITZMILLER
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27E/11
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR JOHN LESTER KITZMILLER
POSTED ON 8.8.2013
To my Childhood Friend
Dear Buddy, so many memories growing up in Indian Village in Westminster, CA. I will never forgot the great times we had through all the years. My heart was broken when I heard the news that you were killed in Vietnam. God Bless you, and Welcome Home. When Clif came home from Vietnam, we went to you grave to honor your memory, and thank you for your service to our Country. You Memory shall never be forgotten my Dear Friend <3 With Honor and Respect we will never forget your sacrifice for all of us.
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POSTED ON 12.21.2009
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
John is buried at Westminster Memorial Garden in Westminster, CA. PH
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POSTED ON 5.27.2007
POSTED BY: Janice Bolon Martin
A brother
To my brother I found when he was age 14 and I was 13. One I just got to know. He gave his life for our country at the age of 20 and just 6 years after we found each other. I miss you my brother.
In loving memory
from your sister
In loving memory
from your sister
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POSTED ON 9.25.2003
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 family, 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.
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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