ROBERT G POTTER
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HONORED ON PANEL 14W, LINE 31 OF THE WALL

ROBERT GLEN POTTER

WALL NAME

ROBERT G POTTER

PANEL / LINE

14W/31

DATE OF BIRTH

09/18/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

LONG AN

DATE OF CASUALTY

01/13/1970

HOME OF RECORD

NATCHITOCHES

COUNTY OF RECORD

Natchitoches Parish

STATE

LA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SP5

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR ROBERT GLEN POTTER
POSTED ON 6.9.2021
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear Sp5 Robert Potter, Thank you for your service as a Crane Operator. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Sunday was the 77th anniversary of D-Day, Operation Overlord. 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 3.27.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SP5 Robert Glen Potter, 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, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 6.23.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Robert is buried at Provencal Cemetery, Provencal,LA. ARCOM
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POSTED ON 11.6.2005
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

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