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HONORED ON PANEL 1E, LINE 80 OF THE WALL
KURT CASEY MCDONALD
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KURT C MCDONALD
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1E/80
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LEFT FOR KURT CASEY MCDONALD
POSTED ON 12.31.2009
POSTED BY: Kathi
Remembering You
Remembering you today and hoping and praying that by some miracle you will one day return home to those who love you.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your service to your country!!
POSTED ON 12.21.2007
POSTED BY: Arnold M. Huskins
An American hero
http://www.twovirgo.com/Kurt.html
POSTED ON 3.11.2007
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
On Silver Wings
They Flew The Skies
These Brave Young Men
Who Fought And Died
When Duty Called
They Went So Brave
Now Families Mourn
Beside Their Grave
Who Can Forget
What Courage They Had
Some Have,Some Did
And That's So Sad
POSTED ON 12.31.2006
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
On Silver Wings
On Silver Wings
They Flew The Skies
These Brave Young Men
Who Fought And Died
When Duty Called
They Went So Brave
Now Families Mourn
Beside Their Grave
Who Can Forget
What Courage They Had
Some Have,Some Did
And That's So Sad
They Flew The Skies
These Brave Young Men
Who Fought And Died
When Duty Called
They Went So Brave
Now Families Mourn
Beside Their Grave
Who Can Forget
What Courage They Had
Some Have,Some Did
And That's So Sad
POSTED ON 4.25.2006
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
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