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HONORED ON PANEL 13E, LINE 107 OF THE WALL
CHARLES LEROY RAIFORD JR
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CHARLES L RAIFORD JR
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR CHARLES LEROY RAIFORD JR
POSTED ON 7.16.2011
POSTED BY: Carol (Cipriani) Haberchak
Placing a Face With A Name
You graduated 2 years prior to me from the same high school. I am committed to getting as many photos uploaded as I can for all the heroes in my area. I can now cross you off my list as I am uploading your graduation picture so that you will no longer be faceless.
My deepest gratitude to you for the supreme sacrifice you made for your country and for those of us who still enjoy living in freedom. You are one of many angels in God's heaven and I am pleased to honor your memory.
POSTED ON 5.12.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Charles is buried at Mt Lebanon cemetery, Pittsburgh, Pa. SS PH
POSTED ON 10.9.2005
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
POSTED ON 2.26.2001
If I should die...remembrances for PFC Charles Leroy Raiford, Jr., USA...Pittsburgh's hero of the first order! PITTSBURGH ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.