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HONORED ON PANEL 2W, LINE 55 OF THE WALL
VICTOR DEMOTT WILLIAMS
WALL NAME
VICTOR D WILLIAMS
PANEL / LINE
2W/55
DATE OF BIRTH
CASUALTY PROVINCE
DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
RANK
REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR VICTOR DEMOTT WILLIAMS
POSTED ON 1.20.2013
POSTED BY: Michigan Call for Photos Project
Always remembered
Photo courtesy of Gilbert Esquivel.
POSTED ON 1.20.2013
POSTED BY: Michigan Call for Photos Project
Always remembered
Photo courtesy of Gilbert Esquivel.
POSTED ON 11.5.2010
POSTED BY: David Devon
Brothers Forever
I'll never forget you Victor, because I was the one who turned my machine gun over to you and was directly behind you on
that remote jungle trail
the day you were KIA.
God bless.
that remote jungle trail
the day you were KIA.
God bless.
POSTED ON 10.29.2009
POSTED BY: 60's Girl
Angel Day
On this your angel day I humbly give thanks for your service and sacrifice and with honor I leave you this poem . . .
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment its glory
and beauty belong to our world
But then it flies again
And though we wish it could have stayed...
We feel lucky to have seen it.
~Author Unknown
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment its glory
and beauty belong to our world
But then it flies again
And though we wish it could have stayed...
We feel lucky to have seen it.
~Author Unknown
POSTED ON 12.1.2005
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