CHARLES D ALLEN JR
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HONORED ON PANEL 4W, LINE 53 OF THE WALL

CHARLES DAVID ALLEN JR

WALL NAME

CHARLES D ALLEN JR

PANEL / LINE

4W/53

DATE OF BIRTH

01/26/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TRI

DATE OF CASUALTY

03/16/1971

HOME OF RECORD

KILLEEN

COUNTY OF RECORD

Bell County

STATE

TX

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

CAPT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR CHARLES DAVID ALLEN JR
POSTED ON 3.29.2012

If I should die...remembrances for CAPT. Charles David QALLEN, JR, USA...who died for our copuntry!!

If I should die, and leave you here awhile, he not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils byb the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, pe4rchance, may therein comfort you.
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POSTED ON 12.25.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Charles is buried at Killeen City Cemetery, Killeen,TX.
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POSTED ON 12.27.2009
POSTED BY: Randy Dunham

Field Artillery OCS Class 22A-67 Fort Sill Oklahoma

CPT Allen was serving with Battery B, 4th Battalion, 77th Artillery (Aerial Rocket Artillery), 101st Airborne Division at the time of his death.
He was the pilot of an AH-1G Cobra helicopter, returning from a mission in northern I Corps that went down in marginal weather. The other pilot on board the aircraft was CPT Loyd Van McCarthy, a graduate of Field Artillery OCS Class 23-66.
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POSTED ON 6.14.2006
POSTED BY: Martin Allen (Brother)

You Are Still Missed

Eventhough its been over thirty years since your untimely death, people in Killeen still remember you and talk about you. I know you and Suzy must be having a wonderful time in Heaven. I miss you!!
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POSTED ON 1.23.2006
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

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