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HONORED ON PANEL 49E, LINE 50 OF THE WALL
ANTHONY ALBERT ALENCASTRE
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ANTHONY A ALENCASTRE
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LEFT FOR ANTHONY ALBERT ALENCASTRE
POSTED ON 8.3.2013
Never Forgotten
Even though many years have passed we still miss you. Never a day goes by that you are not forgotten. Your memory continues to live in our daily lives.
POSTED ON 1.30.2012
POSTED BY: B. RICHARDS
Remembrance
POSTED ON 4.29.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Anthony is buried at Queen of Heaven Cemetery in Lafayette, CA. PH/GS
POSTED ON 11.20.2008
POSTED BY: Joan (Whitson) Manwill
Happy Birthday, Tony ~
Dearest Tony,
How we all wish you were here to celebrate your 60th Birthday. Mom would make meatloaf, your favorite, and Pop would supply the banana, whipped cream cake from Barry's. After all these years, we think of you constantly. Time does not heal all wounds, but the time between tears does grow longer. You are loved and missed, more than you could have ever imagined.
Always,
Joan
*Perhaps they aren't really stars at all, but rather openings in the sky, where our loved ones can look down upon us...*
How we all wish you were here to celebrate your 60th Birthday. Mom would make meatloaf, your favorite, and Pop would supply the banana, whipped cream cake from Barry's. After all these years, we think of you constantly. Time does not heal all wounds, but the time between tears does grow longer. You are loved and missed, more than you could have ever imagined.
Always,
Joan
*Perhaps they aren't really stars at all, but rather openings in the sky, where our loved ones can look down upon us...*
POSTED ON 4.23.2008
POSTED BY: Robert S. Leon
From Boot Camp to History
I remember our plane trip from Oakland to San Diego. I remember the words we heard for 8 weeks in San Diego, "Platoon 1068 on the Road" shouted by our drill instructor. When I saw you in Oceanside at the USO, you mentioned you were on your way to Nam. I asked you not to get yourself killed. You looked different. You were just done with BITS. You didn't look like a kid anymore. Next time I saw you was on paper on Easter 1968. I was a casualty reporter for the 3rdMarDiv. One of my dark days I'll never forget. I wish I would have said more to you. My children and grandchildren know of you. I'm one of the lucky ones.
Semper Fi
Semper Fi