HONORED ON PANEL 7W, LINE 118 OF THE WALL
CRAIG MARATTA
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CRAIG MARATTA
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7W/118
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LEFT FOR CRAIG MARATTA
POSTED ON 9.8.2011
POSTED BY: Mary Beerman
An American Hero
An American Soldier….. You can bet that I stand ready when the wolf growls at the door, Hey, I'm solid, I'm steady, I'm true down to the core, And I will always do my duty, no matter what the price, I've counted up the cost, I know the sacrifice, And I don't want to die for you, But if dying's asked of me, I'll bear that cross with honor, 'Cause freedom don't come free. I'm an American Soldier, an American, Beside my Brothers and my Sisters I will proudly take a stand. When liberty's in jeopardy I'll always do what's right. I'm out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight. Rest in Peace, dear Hero. (excerpt from Toby Keith’s song)
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POSTED ON 7.3.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Craig is buried at Woodlawn Cemetery, Aliquippa, Beaver County,PA.
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POSTED ON 12.19.2008
POSTED BY: Boots
CHS 65 Blue Devils
All the time in school, I never knew your birthday. You, me and Tom were one, two and three. I'm sorry Craig. Always thought you'd be a doctor like your dad.
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POSTED ON 11.1.2005
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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