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HONORED ON PANEL 1W, LINE 89 OF THE WALL
STEVEN LESTER TAYLOR
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STEVEN L TAYLOR
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1W/89
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR STEVEN LESTER TAYLOR
POSTED ON 11.7.2012
Final Mission of SGT Steven L. Taylor
WO1 Joseph F. Denardo was shot down in an OH-6A Outside of Da Nang with observer SGT Steven L. Taylor. Their aircraft was brought down by a Claymore mine while fragging a bunker. They did not survive. [Taken from vhpa.org]
POSTED ON 11.7.2006
POSTED BY: Bill Nelson Nam Vet 101st Airborne
NEVER FORGOTTEN
FOREVER REMEMBERED
"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."
Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.
We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you , one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:
Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul....and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.
From all your "Band of Nam Brothers"
POSTED ON 12.5.2005
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
POSTED ON 11.5.2003
POSTED BY: Randy Garrels
Bravery
I am a student at Gridley High School, and I just wanted to write to you guys and thank you for all that you have done to save our country. If I could do it, I would like to thank you guys in person. Thanks for being so brave at what you have done for us.