HONORED ON PANEL 3W, LINE 71 OF THE WALL
CARL WARDEN BREWSTER
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CARL W BREWSTER
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LEFT FOR CARL WARDEN BREWSTER
POSTED ON 4.12.2011
POSTED BY: Emily Irwin
Carl W Brewster
Carl Warden Brewster was born on April 15, 1950 in the very small town of Forest, located in northwest Ohio. Brewster began his tour of duty on December 29, 1970 as he set out with the 503rd Infantry division of the 4th Battalion, 173rd Airborne Brigade of the U.S. Army to South Vietnam. He attained high rank as a Sergeant at the E5 level. On May 26, 1971, before even completing his fifth month of service, Brewster was injured by an explosive device on the ground in the province of Binh Dinh in South Vietnam. The explosion was directly related to hostile action. Brewster’s wounds were fatal and he died 15 days later on June 10, at the age of 21. His body was recovered and sent back to the U.S. and is buried in Arlington Cemetery in Arlington, Hancock County, Ohio.
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POSTED ON 2.4.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Carl is buried at Arlington Cemetery, Arlington, Hancock County, OH. BSM-OLC ARCOM PH-OLC
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POSTED ON 10.28.2009
POSTED BY: Richard L. Clark, SGT/Team Ldr D/4/503, 173rd Abn.
You will always be in my thoughts dear friend
I rememeber when you were assiged to D/4/503 and we became friends instantly with both of us being from Ohio. I will always miss you. You, along with the others will always be in my heart until we meet on the other side.
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POSTED ON 6.10.2005
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
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