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HONORED ON PANEL 1W, LINE 120 OF THE WALL
DAVID L WEEKS
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DAVID L WEEKS
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LEFT FOR DAVID L WEEKS
POSTED ON 11.12.2006
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
On Silver Wings
On Silver Wings
They Flew The Skies
These Brave Young Men
Who Fought And Died
When Duty Called
They Went So Brave
Now families Mourn
Beside Their Grave
Who Can Forget
What Courage They Had
Some Have,Some Did
And That's So Sad
They Flew The Skies
These Brave Young Men
Who Fought And Died
When Duty Called
They Went So Brave
Now families Mourn
Beside Their Grave
Who Can Forget
What Courage They Had
Some Have,Some Did
And That's So Sad
POSTED ON 9.25.2006
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
David is buried at Evegreen-Washelli Cem, Seattle, WA.
POSTED ON 1.21.2006
POSTED BY: Rachael Hanel
In memory
I just happened to be doing some research for a class I'm teaching -- looking up the number of Vietnam casualties per year. I see that David Weeks is the sole U.S. casualty for 1974. Strangely enough, I see that he died on Nov. 12 of that year -- the day I was born. I've had a long interest in the Vietnam War and struggle to understand its meaning and the number of lives lost. Every single U.S. death saddens me and weighs on me. Now, I have a name and face to connect to the war -- David Weeks. I will always remember his name and I will think of the friends and family he left behind on the day I came into the world.
POSTED ON 12.11.2005
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
