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HONORED ON PANEL 9E, LINE 70 OF THE WALL
JAMES KEVIN O'LEARY
WALL NAME
JAMES K O'LEARY
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9E/70
DATE OF BIRTH
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DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR JAMES KEVIN O'LEARY
POSTED ON 2.18.2021
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik
Thank You
Dear Lcpl James O'Leary, Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Presidents’, and Valentine’s Days just passed, and Lent has begun. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.
POSTED ON 3.31.2018
POSTED BY: Sister Rosemarie Pacatte
MEMORIAL
Memorial
I will return there again, there’s an emptiness to fill
To that cold black granite trail, the sound it makes so still
Like the church without its dome, a chapel without its bell
The quiet like a tomb, men and tears they fell
I heard them tell its story but no vision came to mind
‘Til I saw the shuffled procession, aging memory come to find
Little flowers little letters little signs of long ago
Little pictures little gestures gathered pain of our lost soul
I cannot outrun the Sixties can’t leave that time behind
What the world needed now was love sweet love
And we were by war defined
Who was he, James Kevin? Who can you be at nineteen years?
Shot and gone to heaven him, us earthbound to tears
We hardly knew ye Johnny we barely knew you James
We called you Cousin Kevin, you never came again
I want to go back down there, to the hush of that long grave
Beside the black granite trail, that carved our collective soul
(c) Sister Rose Pacatte, 1997, 2018
in memory of James Kevin O’Leary, USMC
I will return there again, there’s an emptiness to fill
To that cold black granite trail, the sound it makes so still
Like the church without its dome, a chapel without its bell
The quiet like a tomb, men and tears they fell
I heard them tell its story but no vision came to mind
‘Til I saw the shuffled procession, aging memory come to find
Little flowers little letters little signs of long ago
Little pictures little gestures gathered pain of our lost soul
I cannot outrun the Sixties can’t leave that time behind
What the world needed now was love sweet love
And we were by war defined
Who was he, James Kevin? Who can you be at nineteen years?
Shot and gone to heaven him, us earthbound to tears
We hardly knew ye Johnny we barely knew you James
We called you Cousin Kevin, you never came again
I want to go back down there, to the hush of that long grave
Beside the black granite trail, that carved our collective soul
(c) Sister Rose Pacatte, 1997, 2018
in memory of James Kevin O’Leary, USMC
POSTED ON 8.11.2014
POSTED BY: Sel J. Wong, [email protected]
Marine Brothers
Thank you for your service to our great nation, my brother.
POSTED ON 1.15.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter
Remembering an American Hero
Dear LCPL James Kevin O'leary, sir
As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for the ultimate sacrifice that you 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. And please know that men and women like you have stepped forward to defend our country yet again, showing the same love for country and their fellow Americans that you did- you would be proud.
With respect, and the best salute that a civilian can muster for you.
Curt Carter