RICHARD CARRILLO
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HONORED ON PANEL 67E, LINE 6 OF THE WALL

RICHARD CARRILLO

WALL NAME

RICHARD CARRILLO

PANEL / LINE

67E/6

DATE OF BIRTH

04/11/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TRI

DATE OF CASUALTY

05/24/1968

HOME OF RECORD

LOS ANGELES

COUNTY OF RECORD

Los Angeles County

STATE

CA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

PFC

ASSOCIATED ITEMS LEFT AT THE WALL

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR RICHARD CARRILLO
POSTED ON 9.7.2011
POSTED BY: John Castaneda

Always Remember my friend

Richard, not a day goes by that I pray for your soul, I know you are in a better place, I remember all the services we attended as alter boys at Our Lady Of Soledad and being in the Boys Scouts, I last saw you in Vietnam, I wish I could have traded places.
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POSTED ON 11.25.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Richard is buried at Resurrection Cemetery in Los Angeles,LA. PH-GS
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POSTED ON 3.10.2010
POSTED BY: Valerie Digo

The future you made

I am a 5th grade student who looks at you with honor. I am happy for what you did for the world making it a better place to live. And I apprecate you for your honored and risked your life for your people.
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POSTED ON 11.6.2008
POSTED BY: Jim Clements

Friends in Cantwell High School

Were were good friends in Cantwell High School - '62-'66. Did loose track of you while I was attending ELA Jr. College but times were tense in those days. Air Force for me starting Feb '69. Thank you so much for your service; rest in eternal peace buddy - see you again on the other side.
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POSTED ON 8.10.2004
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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