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Casualty Info
Home Town New York City
Last Address 500 West 112th Street, New York, NY 10025
Casualty Date Dec 17, 1967
Cause KIA-Killed in Action
Reason Gun, Small Arms Fire
Location Hau Nghia (Vietnam)
Conflict Vietnam War
Location of Interment Long Island National Cemetery (VA) - Farmingdale, New York
Wall/Plot Coordinates 32E 015/Section 2Y, Site 652
Jennifer Burns sky_lava@yahoo.com
466 LongBranch rd Chesnee S.C. 29323
Though you are gone you will never be forgotten! You and men
like you, are the reason we are free today! I just wanted to say THANK YOU for the sacrifices that you made! I hold you and those like you in the highest regard and you deserve nothing less! I love you all, you were and always will be HEROES to me! I promise never to take for granted the freedoms I have, which you paid the ultimate price for! Happy Birthday!I WILL REMEMBER YOU!
Gratefully yours, Jenn.
Apr 16, 2007
Manuel Pino Bco 2/8th 1st Cav 68-69 mpjr54@msn.com
C Trp/3/4th Cav Rgt, 25th Inf Div
Mar 23, 2007
Manuel Pino Jr.
Fellow Vietnam Vet
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
Friday, February 04, 2005
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
Posted by: Bob Ross
Relationship: Vietnam Veteran Wednesday, February 1, 2006
