HONORED ON PANEL 15W, LINE 128 OF THE WALL
JAMES FRANCIS BRENNAN JR
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JAMES F BRENNAN JR
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LEFT FOR JAMES FRANCIS BRENNAN JR
POSTED ON 1.6.2024
POSTED BY: David Holt
In memory
James Francis Brennan was an Aviation Ordnanceman 3rd class attached to Attack Aircraft Squadron 56. The squadron was deployed aboard the USS Ranger (CVA-61). On January 3, 1970, Jim was loading sidewinder missiles on the squadron aircraft - A-7A Corsairs. After completing the port launch rail on one aircraft, he walked in front of the plane to the starboard side. For some unknown reason, Jim did not realize that the plane's engine was turned up. He was sucked into the intake. After surgery, he was transported in to Da Nang, South Vietnam for further surgery. He died on January 5th.
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POSTED ON 7.10.2022
POSTED BY: Thomas Ropars
I still remember you.
I was only 10 when you passed, but I still think of you, my cousin. I remember you coming to me saying you were OK and I shouldn't worry. Every time I hear the National Anthem your face appears in my mind
Tom
Tom
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POSTED ON 6.28.2022
POSTED BY: Patti Christy Hoisington
My cousin, my friend
Miss you every day, Jimmy, and you are in my prayers every night. You’re probably doing triple twists off the diving board in Heaven! So proud of your service to our country. Love. Patti
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POSTED ON 9.29.2021
POSTED BY: John Fabris
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 sunlight 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.
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'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.
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