CHARLES L SCOTT JR
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HONORED ON PANEL 4E, LINE 59 OF THE WALL

CHARLES LOUIS SCOTT JR

WALL NAME

CHARLES L SCOTT JR

PANEL / LINE

4E/59

DATE OF BIRTH

05/15/1941

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

01/08/1966

HOME OF RECORD

BALTIMORE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Baltimore City

STATE

MD

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

SGT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR CHARLES LOUIS SCOTT JR
POSTED ON 5.15.2020
POSTED BY: Karen Elizabeth Lips

Thank you

Thank you for serving our country. I honor your memory on tis day, which would have been your 76th birthday. May your rest in peace, brave Marine.
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POSTED ON 1.21.2019
POSTED BY: fellow Marine

Unit

Sgt Scott served as a rifleman 0311 in Co D, 1st Bn, 1st Marines, 3rd MarDiv, III MAF
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POSTED ON 1.8.2014
POSTED BY: A Marine, USMC, Vietnam

Semper Fi

Semper Fi Sergeant.
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POSTED ON 11.28.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SGT Charles Louis Scott Jr, 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 10.29.2005
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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