HONORED ON PANEL 12W, LINE 59 OF THE WALL
GEORGE MICHAEL ANAYA
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GEORGE M ANAYA
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LEFT FOR GEORGE MICHAEL ANAYA
POSTED ON 8.25.2024
POSTED BY: Danny Ortiz
My Uncle I Never Got To Meet.
I grew up with my Mom and Grandma telling us stories about you Uncle Michael. I’m proud of your sacrifice and service but most of all that you are my Uncle. Rest Easy Uncle.
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POSTED ON 11.7.2023
POSTED BY: Mikayla
Thank you
Thank you for your ultimate sacrifice.
I had to research your family and your life for a project in my US history class. I was assigned you because we share a birthday. I'm almost 17 and you were just 18 when you joined the army I couldn't even imagine joining the military in just a year. Thank you for your service, George Michael Anaya.
I had to research your family and your life for a project in my US history class. I was assigned you because we share a birthday. I'm almost 17 and you were just 18 when you joined the army I couldn't even imagine joining the military in just a year. Thank you for your service, George Michael Anaya.
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POSTED ON 10.30.2023
POSTED BY: Tammy Anaya
My uncle
My mom’s brother i never got to meet you but my mom Florence Anaya. Told me of you so I will forever remember you
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POSTED ON 4.13.2021
POSTED BY: john fabris
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.
As long as you are remembered you will never truly die.
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.
As long as you are remembered you will never truly die.
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