JAMES J QUINN III
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HONORED ON PANEL 6W, LINE 5 OF THE WALL

JAMES JOSEPH QUINN III

WALL NAME

JAMES J QUINN III

PANEL / LINE

6W/5

DATE OF BIRTH

02/07/1950

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TRI

DATE OF CASUALTY

10/17/1970

HOME OF RECORD

BELLINGHAM

COUNTY OF RECORD

Whatcom County

STATE

WA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PFC

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR JAMES JOSEPH QUINN III
POSTED ON 10.31.2023
POSTED BY: john fabris

honoring you....

Thank you for your service to our country so long ago sir. As long as you are remembered you will remain in our hearts forever….
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POSTED ON 7.6.2021
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear PFC James Quinn, Thank you for your service as a Rough Terrain Forklift & Loader Operator. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. It is Independence Day week. 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 10.22.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PFC James Joseph Quinn III, 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 8.24.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

James is buried at Greenacres Memorial Park, Ferndale, Whatcom County,WA.
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POSTED ON 11.13.2005
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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