FLETCHER W BOLES II
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HONORED ON PANEL 26W, LINE 97 OF THE WALL

FLETCHER W BOLES II

WALL NAME

FLETCHER W BOLES II

PANEL / LINE

26W/97

DATE OF BIRTH

03/26/1944

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BINH DUONG

DATE OF CASUALTY

05/02/1969

HOME OF RECORD

TUSCALOOSA

COUNTY OF RECORD

Tuscaloosa County

STATE

AL

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SGT

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR FLETCHER W BOLES II
POSTED ON 7.13.2011
POSTED BY: Lisa Lark

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POSTED ON 1.28.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Fletcher is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
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POSTED ON 5.27.2005
POSTED BY: Dick Ray

Peace Always

Fletcher W. Boles and I trained together in the Summer of 1969. We got separated upon arriving in RVN and news of his death was a major blow to me. He was full of life and full of energy and anxious to return to his lady and his son in SF. He was a man of peace and died too young.
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POSTED ON 9.30.2003
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer

NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
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POSTED ON 9.13.2003
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer

NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER

It's said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for family, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers.
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 sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of
quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
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