HONORED ON PANEL 51E, LINE 1 OF THE WALL
DILLARD ERIC PETERSON
WALL NAME
DILLARD E PETERSON
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51E/1
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LEFT FOR DILLARD ERIC PETERSON
POSTED ON 12.17.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]
Remembering An American Hero
Dear LCPL Dillard Eric Peterson, 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
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 4.17.2005
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
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POSTED ON 2.17.2005
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Dillard is buried at Beverly Nat Cem.
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POSTED ON 9.27.2004
POSTED BY: Jim McIlhenney
The Philadelphia Inquirer - April 23, 1968
Lance Cpl. Dillard Peterson, 20, of 1800 W. Tioga st., in North Philadelphia.
Cpl. Peterson, who recently told his mother in a letter, "I don't like to kill or want to be killed," was wounded fatally Friday while on patrol when he was struck in the head and body by grenade fragments.
He was the only child of Dillard Reed and Mrs. Florita Peterson. He attended Roxborough High School before enlisting in the Marines in June, 1966, and was due for discharge this June. In February, he was sent to Vietnam with the 27th Marine Division.
Cpl. Peterson, who recently told his mother in a letter, "I don't like to kill or want to be killed," was wounded fatally Friday while on patrol when he was struck in the head and body by grenade fragments.
He was the only child of Dillard Reed and Mrs. Florita Peterson. He attended Roxborough High School before enlisting in the Marines in June, 1966, and was due for discharge this June. In February, he was sent to Vietnam with the 27th Marine Division.
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