GARY N YOUNG
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HONORED ON PANEL 33W, LINE 83 OF THE WALL

GARY NORMAN YOUNG

WALL NAME

GARY N YOUNG

PANEL / LINE

33W/83

DATE OF BIRTH

11/03/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

02/07/1969

HOME OF RECORD

PORTLAND

COUNTY OF RECORD

Multnomah County

STATE

OR

BRANCH OF SERVICE

NAVY

RANK

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR GARY NORMAN YOUNG
POSTED ON 11.15.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear HN Gary Norman Young, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 2.7.2012
POSTED BY: A Marine

Semper Fi, Doc.

Semper Fi, Doc. Thank you for your service to our Country and to your Marines.
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POSTED ON 2.1.2011

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Rest in peace with the warriors.
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POSTED ON 11.21.2006

From a Childhood Friend

Gary we knew each other from Hayhurst Grade School. I am so sorry we lost contact, but you shall always be alive in my memories from those wonderful years of that wonderful youth. Gene Ferguson (173rd Airborne Brigade//Vietnam 1966-68)
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POSTED ON 8.28.2006
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer

NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters.

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 hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.

written by Mary Frye
circa 1932
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