HAROLD B MARSHALL
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HONORED ON PANEL 7E, LINE 14 OF THE WALL

HAROLD B MARSHALL

WALL NAME

HAROLD B MARSHALL

PANEL / LINE

7E/14

DATE OF BIRTH

09/12/1943

CASUALTY PROVINCE

PR & MR UNKNOWN

DATE OF CASUALTY

04/30/1966

HOME OF RECORD

PHILADELPHIA

COUNTY OF RECORD

Philadelphia County

STATE

PA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SP4

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR HAROLD B MARSHALL
POSTED ON 11.30.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SP4 Harold B Marshall, 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, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 10.24.2012
POSTED BY: Jim McIlhenney

The Philadelphia Inquirer - May 3, 1966

Army Sp.4C Harold B. Marshall, Jr., 22, of 1732 Lindenwood st., Philadelphia.


Marshall, who had attended South Philadelphia High School, joined the Army in 1960 and had been in Vietnam since January. In a letter written April 4 he'd told his parents that 'I'll see you in 285 days.'


Looking forward to marrying a girl he'd met while stationed in Germany, Marshall had purchased a lot in New Jersey upon which to build a home.


Survivors include his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harold Marshall, Sr., and brothers Kenneth with the Army in Germany; Edward, Wayne, Warren and Anthony.


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POSTED ON 3.29.2012

Remembrance

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POSTED ON 4.12.2005
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
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POSTED ON 2.16.2005
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Harold is buried at Beverly Nat Cem.
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