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HONORED ON PANEL 18E, LINE 53 OF THE WALL
DARRELL JAMES NAYLOR
WALL NAME
DARRELL J NAYLOR
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18E/53
DATE OF BIRTH
DATE OF CASUALTY
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COUNTY OF RECORD
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR DARRELL JAMES NAYLOR
POSTED ON 4.11.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]
Remembering An American Hero
Dear SP4 Darrell James Naylor, 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 7.6.2012
POSTED BY: Belva Naylor Witt
My Awesome Sweet Brother.
*Thank you Darrell for teaching me how to tie my shoes, tell time and drive the pickup. Thank you for aways being there for me and being a good example for your little sister. I always admired your caring spirit for others.
I love you.
Your sis, Belva Naylor Witt
POSTED ON 7.21.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Darrell is buried at Blue Mound Cemetery, Balko, Beaver County,OK.
POSTED ON 4.14.2009
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