HONORED ON PANEL 50E, LINE 30 OF THE WALL
FRANCIS WILLIAM LAMON JR
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FRANCIS W LAMON JR
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LEFT FOR FRANCIS WILLIAM LAMON JR
POSTED ON 11.28.2016
POSTED BY: Dennis Wriston
I'm proud of our Vietnam Veterans
Private First Class Francis William Lamon Jr., Served with Company G, 2nd Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Third Marine Amphibious Force.
POSTED ON 4.18.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter ccarter02@earthlink.net
Remembering An American Hero
Dear PFC Francis William Lamon Jr, 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.
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. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.
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.
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. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.
With respect, Sir
Curt Carter
POSTED ON 5.9.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Francis is buried at Hillside Cemetery in Roslyn, PA. PH
POSTED ON 4.8.2005
POSTED BY: Bob Ross
Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932