5980 Mary Lou Street Pahrump NV 89061 USA
He was my friend in training at Fort Sam, Houston Texas. Jack Childs, Garret and myself, went out on the town in San Francisco, just making it back to Oakland in time to be transported to Vietnam. I have never forgot you and the sacrifice so many made. There must be a better way. May God Bless Your Soul -
Aug 11, 2007
Manuel Pino Jr.
REFLECTIONS FROM THE MOVING WALL". I am a monument to a black period in this countries history.I am the Vietnam wall.,composed to two angled granite walls,inscribed with the names of fifty eight thousand,one hundred thirty four American men and women who died in hell (that was Vietnam) Many people come to see me. strangely they come mostly in silence-old people,young people,children,mothers,fathers,widows,and veterans.all for reasons of their own.they bring gifts,pictures,letters,flowers,poems and cigarettes.the letters speak of grief and loneliness and regret.they ask forgiveness.they are an out pouring of pain.the people softly touch names on my face.they water my grass with tears.then they leave in silence and I hope in peace.for I am more than two stone walls.I am a thank you from a nation that forgot.I am a long past due apology.I am healing for wounds too long left untended.I am a tribute paid to fallen warriors.I AM THE VIETNAM WALL. "America has forgotten the wars.will she remember her warriors"? You may be gone , BUT YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Another soldier here all alone and seemingly forgotten with no comments to his name. I am honored and so very proud to be the first to give recognition to this fallen Hero in this venue. Thank you PFC Garrett for your ultimate sacrifice. Rest well brave soldier and rest assured, that you, Sir, are not forgotten.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Lawrence is buried at St Francis Cemetery, Phoenix,AZ
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
written by Mary Frye
Posted by: Chris Spencer
Relationship: fellow veteran,USMC 1972-76
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Lawrence was my youngest brother. He was funny, cute and loved by his family.
I think of him every day.
Posted by: Joy Garrett Rock
Relationship: He is my brother
Sunday, April 6, 2003