JOHN R PARSONS
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HONORED ON PANEL 41W, LINE 62 OF THE WALL

JOHN ROBERT PARSONS

WALL NAME

JOHN R PARSONS

PANEL / LINE

41W/62

DATE OF BIRTH

10/03/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

10/14/1968

HOME OF RECORD

COMBS

COUNTY OF RECORD

Perry County

STATE

KY

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

LCPL

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR JOHN ROBERT PARSONS
POSTED ON 3.30.2021
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear Lcpl John Parsons, Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. It is Holy Week and Passover. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 10.15.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter

Remembering An American Hero

Dear LCPL John Robert Parsons, 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 10.14.2013
POSTED BY: A Marine, USMC, Vietnam

Semper Fi

Semper Fi, Marine.
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POSTED ON 5.30.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

John is buried at Riverside Cemetery in Hazard, KY. PH/GS
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POSTED ON 11.10.2005
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

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