BRADLEY A WALKER
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HONORED ON PANEL 19E, LINE 8 OF THE WALL

BRADLEY A WALKER

WALL NAME

BRADLEY A WALKER

PANEL / LINE

19E/8

DATE OF BIRTH

03/07/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BINH DUONG

DATE OF CASUALTY

05/01/1967

HOME OF RECORD

FLAGSTAFF

COUNTY OF RECORD

Coconino County

STATE

AZ

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PFC

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Contact Details

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR BRADLEY A WALKER
POSTED ON 1.14.2014
POSTED BY: Linda Anderson

My Grand Uncle Brad

From what I have learned from my grandma, he was a funny kind and an independent thinking man, he died serving for his country. He died doing what he believed was right.
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POSTED ON 12.2.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PFC Bradley A Walker, 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 6.22.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Bradley is buried at Dayton City Cemetery in Dayton, WA. PH
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POSTED ON 5.25.2008

Uncle Brad

Hey Uncle Brad,
I wish we could have met...I want to let you know that I love you and I will see you someday. My dad tells me so much about you, and gramma...I miss you both. Love you.
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POSTED ON 6.29.2004
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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