GEORGE P MCKNIGHT
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HONORED ON PANEL 4E, LINE 13 OF THE WALL

GEORGE PARKER MCKNIGHT

WALL NAME

GEORGE P MCKNIGHT

PANEL / LINE

4E/13

DATE OF BIRTH

02/22/1936

CASUALTY PROVINCE

PHU YEN

DATE OF CASUALTY

12/11/1965

HOME OF RECORD

LAFAYETTE

STATE

LA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

AIR FORCE

RANK

CAPT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR GEORGE PARKER MCKNIGHT
POSTED ON 11.12.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear Captain George Parker McKnight, 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 9.4.2013
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

George is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
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POSTED ON 5.19.2011

If I should die...remembrances for CAPT. George Parker McKNIGHT, USAF...who died for our country!!!!

If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.
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POSTED ON 1.24.2006
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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POSTED ON 12.31.2001
POSTED BY: Ron Clamme

Parker - the best friend ever