JOHN C BURDEN
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HONORED ON PANEL 25E, LINE 4 OF THE WALL

JOHN CURTIS BURDEN

WALL NAME

JOHN C BURDEN

PANEL / LINE

25E/4

DATE OF BIRTH

11/19/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TIN

DATE OF CASUALTY

08/17/1967

HOME OF RECORD

MADISONVILLE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Hopkins County

STATE

KY

BRANCH OF SERVICE

NAVY

RANK

HN

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR JOHN CURTIS BURDEN
POSTED ON 8.17.2009
POSTED BY: Hoptown Marine Veteran of Vietnam.

Thanks

Thank you for your service to the Corps. Semper Fi to you Doc.
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POSTED ON 4.23.2003
POSTED BY: Donald Lytle

Thank you Doc

Although we never met personally, I want to thank you John Curtis Burden, for your courageous and valiant service, faithful contribution, and most holy sacrifice, given to this great country of ours!

Your Spirit is alive--and strong, therefore, you shall never be forgotten, nor has your death been in vain!

Again, thank you Doc, for a job well done!

FAIR WINDS, AND ETERNAL PEACE MY FRIEND


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POSTED ON 7.12.2002
POSTED BY: Wayne Sasser

Parris island, 1966

I was stationed with JC at Parris Island, a big guy with a ready smile and always happy to talk. We talked often about various topics, fishing, what we wanted to do with our lives. It didn't occur that one of us would not see those goals completed.I recall him getting his orders to FMF School. I recall seeing his name in the STARS AND STRIPES. Take care JC, I remember you!
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POSTED ON 12.4.2001
POSTED BY: Beverly Ford

Remembering

You had so much love, pride & passion for so many things. It's
amazing one person could be so full of life. We were so amused
when you discovered at 6'2" tall and 19 yrs of age, you were
still growing! Some of the things you had the deepest feelings
for:
- your parents John & Marie; your sisters Sherrill & Claudia;
your little brother Paul; your aunts, uncles, cousins; your
grandparents
- my parents Bill & Edythe; my brother & his wife, Bill &
Blanche; my baby niece Becky; my aunts, uncles, grandparents
- your faith in God; love for our respective churches; the
families with whom we worshipped; old-time gospel singings;
my choir practice
- your hometown of Anton; the small house you grew up in that
was filled with the sounds of life - joy, grief, sibling
rivalry, but mostly sounds of love; school; friends you'd
known all your life; new friends
- baseball; hunting & fishing; long walks across snowy fields
with a group of friends; watching the Christmas parade with
icy faces & hands; family dinners; birthday parties
- your dedication & devotion to your country; commitment to
the men in your company to provide medical care
- the plans we had for our future together; four children
seemed perfect - 2 boys & 2 girls; your desire for me to
complete my education

The day we married, your sister was admiring our wedding bands.
She asked me how you proposed, what you actually did & said.
She wondered if you got on your knees. One of the ongoing
jokes was that I was 12 inches shorter than you. We both
tried to remember, then we realized it never happened! We were
so young, but soon after we began dating it was evident we were
meant for each other. It was unthinkable that we wouldn't be
together; we were soulmates. But you never proposed to me!

We had one serious disagreement - about smoking cigarettes, of
all things. You didn't want me to smoke, but you didn't want
to quit smoking. You left my house in such anger, driving away
with a squeal of tires across icy patches of road. The next
hour was the longest, most miserable of my life. Then I heard
your footsteps on the front porch. We didn't say anything for
a long time, you simply put your arms around me & we both
cried. I quit smoking & you made an effort to quit.

You could communicate so much to me with just a look.

The first time I saw my Dad cry was when we lost you. This man
was very strong, not given to expressions of emotion. Shortly
before his death last year he still spoke proudly of his son-in-law,
love & grief clearly in his voice.

One Christmas you had to cut your leave short. The weather was
so bad you were afraid the bus would quit running and you
wouldn't get back to base on time. So you had to leave right
before Christmas. I was in the living room crying when I heard
a raucous sound. When I looked outside, there was a bus
stopped in the middle of the street, all the windows were open
and people were leaning out, shouting my name. There you were,
beaming and yelling that you loved me. You charmed an entire
busload of people and the bus driver to take a detour past my
house to surprise me.

You made a difference in this world - it's a better place
because of the time you were here, however brief.

From W.H.Auden's "Funeral Blues" -
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest.
My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

From Emily Dickinson -
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears.

In you I found the reason for my existence. I love you, John.
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POSTED ON 11.6.2000

I'm the One Called 'Doc'..."

Rest in Peace "Doc"

John Bruneel, HMCM USN (Ret)



"I'm the One Called "Doc…"


I shall not walk in your footsteps,
but I will walk by your side.
I shall not walk in your image,
I've earned my own title of pride.
We've answered the call together,
on sea and foreign land.
When the cry for help was given,
I've been there right at hand.
Whether I am on the ocean
or in the jungle wearing greens,
Giving aid to my fellow man,
be it Sailors or Marines.
So the next time you see a corpsman
and you thing of calling him "squid",
Think of the job he's doing
as those before him did.
And if you ever have to go out there
and you life is on the block,
Look at the one right next to you…
I'm the one called "Doc".


Harry D. Penny, Jr. HMC(AC)USN
Copyright 1975

"Permission to reprint granted
by the author/copyright owner".
(Permission for poem & graphic)
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