HONORED ON PANEL 3W, LINE 1 OF THE WALL
KENNETH WAYNE SHAMBLIN
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KENNETH W SHAMBLIN
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LEFT FOR KENNETH WAYNE SHAMBLIN
POSTED ON 12.1.2013
POSTED BY: Ronald W. Johnson
Thoughts from an old friend.
Kenny was a lifelong friend from elementry school onward through Sr High. He played all the sports well and got along with everyone. I never knew him to get into a fight with anyone. He loved the outdoors and his family. I kept thoughts of him throughout my military career. It wasn't until just a few years ago I ran across a "Declassified" report that stated he died during the attempted rescue of a MACVSOG team in Cambodia. Even today I miss his frienship and he will always be young in my memories. Go with God my brother.
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POSTED ON 3.15.2013
Final Mission of SP4 Kenneth W. Shamblin
On April 21, 1971 SP4 Kenneth W. Shamblin was aboard U.S. Army helicopter OH-6A tail number 68-17175 from Battery E (Aviation), 82nd Artillery, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile) when the aircraft came under small arms fire. The aircraft was able to continue flight, however, SP4 Shamblin suffered a fatal wound in the attack. [Taken from vhpa.org]
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POSTED ON 7.10.2011
POSTED BY: David Olsen
Rest in Peace
POSTED ON 10.3.2009
POSTED BY: Laure Marino
Honored son
Though we never met, in fact, I was only 12 when you gave your life in Vietnam, I am growing to know you through a wonderful friendship with your dad. He is one of my patients and we chat about you when he comes in. He is so proud of you and misses you dearly.
You live on!
You live on!
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POSTED ON 4.23.2005
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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