HONORED ON PANEL 6W, LINE 26 OF THE WALL
NATHANIEL LEWIS
WALL NAME
NATHANIEL LEWIS
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6W/26
DATE OF BIRTH
CASUALTY PROVINCE
DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
RANK
REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR NATHANIEL LEWIS
POSTED ON 12.4.2009
POSTED BY: Brenda Spivey of Vidalia, Georgia
A Day To Remember A Time To Heal
You told me that you would not be back.
I told you to stop being a wise crack.
Those words we spoke many yesterdays.
Those words that forever parted our ways.
Remember we all loved you then and now.
Get on without you?
Please tell us, how?
From your friend and sis,
Brenda
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POSTED ON 12.3.2009
POSTED BY: Brenda Spivey of Vidalia, Georgia
A Day To Remember A Time To Heal
I really miss you, my friend. Growing up with you was the highlight of many here in this small town of ours. Rest well my friend though all is still not right with the world.
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POSTED ON 10.29.2009
POSTED BY: 60's Girl
Angel Day
On this your angel day I humbly give thanks for your service and sacrifice and with honor I leave you this poem . . .
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment its glory
and beauty belong to our world
But then it flies again
And though we wish it could have stayed...
We feel lucky to have seen it.
~Author Unknown
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment its glory
and beauty belong to our world
But then it flies again
And though we wish it could have stayed...
We feel lucky to have seen it.
~Author Unknown
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POSTED ON 12.1.2005
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
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