DAVID M MILLS
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HONORED ON PANEL 13E, LINE 47 OF THE WALL

DAVID MICHAEL MILLS

WALL NAME

DAVID M MILLS

PANEL / LINE

13E/47

DATE OF BIRTH

04/02/1946

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

12/15/1966

HOME OF RECORD

MOHAWK

COUNTY OF RECORD

Herkimer County

STATE

NY

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

LCPL

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR DAVID MICHAEL MILLS
POSTED ON 1.10.2016
POSTED BY: Robert T. Stetser

In fond memory

Dave, you kept me laughing and helped me to survive the the insanity of those days. Then you became bored and volunteered to go to the boonies with a rifle company. I never got to say goodbye. I will never forget you, my friend.
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POSTED ON 12.15.2014
POSTED BY: A US Marine, Vietnam

Semper Fi

Semper Fi, Marine.
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POSTED ON 11.13.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear LCPL David Michael Mills, 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 1.2.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

David is buried at Mohawk Cemetery in Mohawk, NY. PH
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POSTED ON 1.28.2006
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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