HONORED ON PANEL 6E, LINE 121 OF THE WALL
DANNY ARNOLD BOLIN
WALL NAME
DANNY A BOLIN
PANEL / LINE
6E/121
DATE OF BIRTH
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DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR DANNY ARNOLD BOLIN
POSTED ON 3.25.2012
POSTED BY: Deedra
Love & miss you more everyday, Deedie
Danny, my dearest friend
There is a hole in my world where you used to be. During the day, I constantly walk around it, but at night I fall into it. Without you to guide me, I made so many mistakes. When will I see you again? This life is so long.
There is a hole in my world where you used to be. During the day, I constantly walk around it, but at night I fall into it. Without you to guide me, I made so many mistakes. When will I see you again? This life is so long.
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POSTED ON 1.29.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Danny is buried at Rose Hill Cemetery, Roseville, Muskingum County,OH.
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POSTED ON 8.3.2005
POSTED BY: Dennis & Deedra Passwater
From your friend Deedra (Sherrick) Passwater
Danny, my name is Denny Passwater, I married Deedie in 1978, she thinks of you often. we visit your grave at Rosehill Cemetery as often as possible. RIP friend. Vietnam 1966, Army.
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POSTED ON 4.18.2005
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
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