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HONORED ON PANEL 3W, LINE 102 OF THE WALL
DANIEL WAYNE THOMAS
WALL NAME
DANIEL W THOMAS
PANEL / LINE
3W/102
DATE OF BIRTH
CASUALTY PROVINCE
DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR DANIEL WAYNE THOMAS
POSTED ON 3.1.2013
Never Forgotten
(Photo Credit: Eugene W. Thomas)
Rest in peace with the warriors.
POSTED ON 1.7.2013
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Daniel has a military marker in his memory at Danbury-Marion Cemetery, Danbury,NE.
POSTED ON 6.12.2011
If I should die...rem,embrances for CAPT. Daniel Wayne THOMAS, USAF...who died for our country!!!!!!
If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchnace, may therein comfort you.
POSTED ON 12.20.2006
POSTED BY: Dave
U.S. Air Force - MIA
Capt. Daniel Thomas, USAF
Pilot
Missing in Action - July 6, 1971 (Loas)
Recon Flight - Bad Weather - Unrecovered (2)
Also MIA - Maj. Donald Carr, U.S. Army Sp. Forces (passenger)
Donald Carr - See Virtual Wall
Pilot
Missing in Action - July 6, 1971 (Loas)
Recon Flight - Bad Weather - Unrecovered (2)
Also MIA - Maj. Donald Carr, U.S. Army Sp. Forces (passenger)
Donald Carr - See Virtual Wall
POSTED ON 7.17.2005
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