HONORED ON PANEL 33W, LINE 23 OF THE WALL
WILLIAM THOMAS ROBERSON
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WILLIAM T ROBERSON
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33W/23
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LEFT FOR WILLIAM THOMAS ROBERSON
POSTED ON 9.14.2021
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik
Thank You
Dear PFC William Roberson, Thank you for your service as a Field Radio Operator. I researched you on the 53rd anniversary of the start of your tour. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. The 20th anniversary of 9/11 just passed. 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 5.27.2021
POSTED BY: Mark Radzinski
A freind I will never forget.
Billy, I only lived in Abilene, Texas for 5 years when my dad was stationed at Dyess A.F.B. and knew you at Cooper High School. Remember you as a fine young man. You died too soon. I will always remember you and your service to a grateful nation. Rest in Peace. Will see you again! Mark Radzinski
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POSTED ON 7.19.2020
POSTED BY: ANON
Never forgotten
On the remembrance of your 70th birthday, your sacrifice is not forgotten.
Forever 18.
Semper Fi, Marine.
Forever 18.
Semper Fi, Marine.
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POSTED ON 9.26.2017
Remembered
Bill, thank you for your sacrifice. You are not forgotten.
God Bless
VN VET (68-69)
God Bless
VN VET (68-69)
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POSTED ON 5.6.2015
POSTED BY: Sarah
My first kiss
Hi Billy,
Remember me? I will always remember you. We met at the coed dance at the YMCA in Abilene. I was fourteen and you were one year older than I. You were the first boy that ever kissed me. There was never a sweeter boy than you. You told me how your father had been a Marine and had gone to Korea when you were a baby. He died there leaving you and your mother alone in West Texas.
I don't think I was as nice or as gracious to you as I should have been. When I took my son to Washington D.C. to visit a college in the area we took in the sites of the capital. Of course, we went to the Vietnam Memorial. I had heard that you had lost your life in the war but I wasn't sure. So I checked to see if your name was on the wall. It was. I touch the panel on which your name was engraved and began to weep like a child. My son was bewildered. But when I explained that you were my first boyfriend he held my hand and tried to comfort me. I want you to know I made a trip to Vietnam to find you. I needed your forgiveness for not being mature enough back then to realize what a gift you were. I'm 64-years-old now and I wish so much that you were still on this earth so that I could tell you how special you are and what you meant to me then and how much you mean to me now. I will always hold you in my heart. And I hope to see you again someday, hug you, and tell you how how you made my heart sing when you kissed me. And that I have never, and will never, forget you. Thank you for that first sweet kiss.
Remember me? I will always remember you. We met at the coed dance at the YMCA in Abilene. I was fourteen and you were one year older than I. You were the first boy that ever kissed me. There was never a sweeter boy than you. You told me how your father had been a Marine and had gone to Korea when you were a baby. He died there leaving you and your mother alone in West Texas.
I don't think I was as nice or as gracious to you as I should have been. When I took my son to Washington D.C. to visit a college in the area we took in the sites of the capital. Of course, we went to the Vietnam Memorial. I had heard that you had lost your life in the war but I wasn't sure. So I checked to see if your name was on the wall. It was. I touch the panel on which your name was engraved and began to weep like a child. My son was bewildered. But when I explained that you were my first boyfriend he held my hand and tried to comfort me. I want you to know I made a trip to Vietnam to find you. I needed your forgiveness for not being mature enough back then to realize what a gift you were. I'm 64-years-old now and I wish so much that you were still on this earth so that I could tell you how special you are and what you meant to me then and how much you mean to me now. I will always hold you in my heart. And I hope to see you again someday, hug you, and tell you how how you made my heart sing when you kissed me. And that I have never, and will never, forget you. Thank you for that first sweet kiss.
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