ROBERT L TAYLOR
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HONORED ON PANEL 1E, LINE 42 OF THE WALL

ROBERT LYMAN TAYLOR

WALL NAME

ROBERT L TAYLOR

PANEL / LINE

1E/42

DATE OF BIRTH

09/10/1937

CASUALTY PROVINCE

GIA DINH

DATE OF CASUALTY

02/01/1964

HOME OF RECORD

HIALEAH

COUNTY OF RECORD

Miami-Dade County

STATE

FL

BRANCH OF SERVICE

AIR FORCE

RANK

SSGT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR ROBERT LYMAN TAYLOR
POSTED ON 7.3.2022
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear SSgt Robert Taylor, Thank you for your service with the 1123 Support Squadron. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Tomorrow is Independence Day. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it still needs your strength, courage, guidance and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 9.8.2021
POSTED BY: ANON

Never Forgotten

On the remembrance of your 84th birthday, your sacrifice is not forgotten.

HOOAH
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POSTED ON 3.31.2017
POSTED BY: marine brother

Never forget

Thank you, Brother.
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POSTED ON 11.8.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SSGT Robert Lyman Taylor, 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 12.10.2005
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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