THOMAS J BLAHA
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HONORED ON PANEL 38E, LINE 21 OF THE WALL

THOMAS JOHN BLAHA

WALL NAME

THOMAS J BLAHA

PANEL / LINE

38E/21

DATE OF BIRTH

01/18/1949

CASUALTY PROVINCE

THUA THIEN

DATE OF CASUALTY

02/08/1968

HOME OF RECORD

MADISON

COUNTY OF RECORD

Dane County

STATE

WI

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

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LEFT FOR THOMAS JOHN BLAHA
POSTED ON 11.16.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PVT Thomas John Blaha, 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 2.6.2012
POSTED BY: Steve Conto, Menasha, WI

The Final Bridge

Thomas is buried at Knollwood Memorial Gardens on Hwy 310 north of Manitowoc. Tom is buried in the Garden of Memory section, east side 7th row in from the service road, north of the large cross, between two birch trees, center of section.
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POSTED ON 12.4.2011

I remember you always

We went to school together. I have at least one picture of you I am going to find and post. Wish I knew your sister Lynn's married name so we could keep in touch.

Ray
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POSTED ON 9.20.2009
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Thomas is buried at Knollwood Memorial Gardens, Two Rivers, Wis.
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POSTED ON 2.9.2009
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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