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HONORED ON PANEL 9E, LINE 83 OF THE WALL
JOHN HENRY MCREE
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JOHN H MCREE
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LEFT FOR JOHN HENRY MCREE
POSTED ON 5.28.2012
POSTED BY: MF Green
John Henry McRee
POSTED ON 8.17.2008
POSTED BY: Bob Dalton, Platoon Commander
You were a Great Marine
John,
Javier said it. You were the man!!I knew you at Camp Lejeune and in the Med. You were good then and when we met in Vietnam,and you asked to be my Platoon Sgt, I was very gratified. The day you died, we all knew how much we lost. I remember our conversation the night before as we staged for the helo pick up the next day. The next day you were on your game as we came under fire and Joe sent us back to take out a sniper. As I watched you move the Marines into position, I felt a pride in having been a part of your early training. You were good, very good.
Rest in Peace, Marine
We will meet again
Javier said it. You were the man!!I knew you at Camp Lejeune and in the Med. You were good then and when we met in Vietnam,and you asked to be my Platoon Sgt, I was very gratified. The day you died, we all knew how much we lost. I remember our conversation the night before as we staged for the helo pick up the next day. The next day you were on your game as we came under fire and Joe sent us back to take out a sniper. As I watched you move the Marines into position, I felt a pride in having been a part of your early training. You were good, very good.
Rest in Peace, Marine
We will meet again
POSTED ON 8.6.2005
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