ANTHONY R BOSH
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HONORED ON PANEL 10E, LINE 73 OF THE WALL

ANTHONY ROBERT BOSH

WALL NAME

ANTHONY R BOSH

PANEL / LINE

10E/73

DATE OF BIRTH

10/08/1945

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TIN

DATE OF CASUALTY

09/07/1966

HOME OF RECORD

LONG BEACH

COUNTY OF RECORD

Los Angeles County

STATE

CA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

PFC

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Contact Details

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR ANTHONY ROBERT BOSH
POSTED ON 7.18.2011
POSTED BY: Edwin J. McCullough

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Tony was my cousin. He was in Lima Company and I was in Kilo Company. We were in the marines together. 3BN 5th REG 1st Marine Division.
CPL. Edwin J. McCullough. Get some.
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POSTED ON 6.20.2011
POSTED BY: Bob and Brenda Dobek

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POSTED ON 6.19.2011
POSTED BY: Colleen (McCullough) Connelly

Thank You!

I know that we never met. I want to thank you for looking out for and protecting my dad after you had already passed. I have heard about you since I was little and was able to post a picture of you at the traveling war yesterday. Our angels help us get through life. You have always been a part of mine.
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POSTED ON 9.29.2005
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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POSTED ON 7.25.2004
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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