WILLIAM E BOONE IV
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HONORED ON PANEL 27W, LINE 15 OF THE WALL

WILLIAM EDWARD BOONE IV

WALL NAME

WILLIAM E BOONE IV

PANEL / LINE

27W/15

DATE OF BIRTH

10/01/1943

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

04/05/1969

HOME OF RECORD

TUSKEGEE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Macon County

STATE

AL

BRANCH OF SERVICE

NAVY

RANK

HM3

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR WILLIAM EDWARD BOONE IV
POSTED ON 4.28.2012
POSTED BY: Jim and Tom Reece and Rosa KIng

Salute to a Fellow Tar Heel Veteran

You gave your life for your country and for this we Salute You.
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POSTED ON 11.22.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

William is buried at Greenwood Cemetery, Tuskegee Institute, AL.
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POSTED ON 4.5.2010
POSTED BY: A Marine

Semper Fi

Semper Fi, Doc. Thank you for your service to our country and to your Marines.
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POSTED ON 9.19.2006
POSTED BY: HMCM John Bruneel, U.S.N. Retired

I'm the One Called Doc

Rest in Peace "Doc"



"I'm the One Called "Doc…"


I shall not walk in your footsteps,
but I will walk by your side.
I shall not walk in your image,
I've earned my own title of pride.
We've answered the call together,
on sea and foreign land.
When the cry for help was given,
I've been there right at hand.
Whether I am on the ocean
or in the jungle wearing greens,
Giving aid to my fellow man,
be it Sailors or Marines.
So the next time you see a corpsman
and you think of calling him "squid",
Think of the job he's doing
as those before him did.
And if you ever have to go out there
and your life is on the block,
Look at the one right next to you…
I'm the one called "Doc".


Harry D. Penny, Jr. HMC(AC)USN
Copyright 1975

"Permission to reprint granted
by the author/copyright owner".
(Permission for both poem & graphic)
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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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