ROY ALLEN
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HONORED ON PANEL 41E, LINE 34 OF THE WALL

ROY ALLEN

WALL NAME

ROY ALLEN

PANEL / LINE

41E/34

DATE OF BIRTH

12/24/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TRI

DATE OF CASUALTY

02/26/1968

HOME OF RECORD

PHILADELPHIA

COUNTY OF RECORD

Philadelphia County

STATE

PA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

CPL

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR ROY ALLEN
POSTED ON 8.24.2016
POSTED BY: Lucy Conte Micik

Remembered

DEAR CPL.ALLEN,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A PIONEER. AS A CHRISTMAS EVE BABY, YOU ARE THE GIFT.
I HOPE YOU SHOOK MIKE'S HAND, WHO WAS 1ST CAV, WHEN HE GOT TO HEAVEN.
REST IN PEACE/
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POSTED ON 6.23.2016
POSTED BY: Dennis Wriston

I'm proud of our Vietnam Veterans

Corporal Roy Allen, Served with Company B, 8th Engineer Battalion, 1st Calvary Division.
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POSTED ON 2.28.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear CPL Roy Allen, 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 4.13.2011

Never Forgotten

Rest in peace with the warriors.
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POSTED ON 5.19.2005
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

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