HONORED ON PANEL 55E, LINE 37 OF THE WALL
EDWARD DONALD ABBOTT
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EDWARD D ABBOTT
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55E/37
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LEFT FOR EDWARD DONALD ABBOTT
POSTED ON 5.28.2007
Donald Abbott remembered
From an ex-Vietnam Veteran and Yuba City friend, just remembering you on this Memorial Day! See yu again down the road friend, John Rice(Yuba City)
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POSTED ON 3.17.2006
POSTED BY: Bill Nelson
Never Forgotten
FOREVER REMEMBERED
"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."
Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.
We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:
Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.
From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers
"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."
Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.
We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:
Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.
From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers
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POSTED ON 1.26.2005
POSTED BY: Don Logan
Mrs. Henderson's First Grade Class
Eddie:
I was with you from first grade at Bridge Street School, Gray Avenue and YCHS. I moved away in 65 and lost touch with town. I was with you in Nam in 68, but I was in the Navy and didn't know you were there. Whenever I think my life is getting too hard to handle, I remember how much you've given and how much more life I've been blessed with. I think of you often. Rest in God's hands and welcome home, buddy.
I was with you from first grade at Bridge Street School, Gray Avenue and YCHS. I moved away in 65 and lost touch with town. I was with you in Nam in 68, but I was in the Navy and didn't know you were there. Whenever I think my life is getting too hard to handle, I remember how much you've given and how much more life I've been blessed with. I think of you often. Rest in God's hands and welcome home, buddy.
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POSTED ON 6.30.2004
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
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