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SGT David O Olsen
to remember
Worrell, Hurston Edward, PFC.
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Casualty Info
Home Town Pittsview
Last Address Pittsview
Casualty Date Nov 29, 1968
Cause KIA-Killed in Action
Reason Other Explosive Device
Location Hau Nghia (Vietnam)
Conflict Vietnam War
Location of Interment Pittsview Cemetery - Pittsview, Alabama
Garnet Jenkins
Grand Junction Co.
~In Tribute to a Fallen Hero~
In Remembrance of Pfc Hurston Edward Worrell, with a Multitude of Thanks for his Courage, Service and Dedication to our Country and for Freedom. Rest well and know that you will NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. I am the sister of Sgt. David Dickinson. who made the Supreme Sacrifice in Vietnam in 1967...
"THE SOLDIER, ABOVE ALL OTHERS IS REQUIRED TO PERFORM THE HIGHEST ACT OF RELIGIOUS TEACHING SACRIFICE." General Douglas MacArthur
Oct 18, 2007
Manuel Pino Bco 2/8th 1st Cav 68-69 mpjr54@msn.com
Fellow Vietnam Army Vet
A/1/5th Inf Rgt 25 th Inf Div
Hurston,I just wanted you to know, you are not forgotten. You are loved and missed. My prayers to you and your family. If anyone knows this brave soldier who gave the ultimate sacrifice. Would you please contact Randy@Bobcat.WS so we can honor Hurston by having his picture placed on his former unit the 1/5 Mech website memorial page and on the Wall.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Grateful American
American Hero
Thank you PFC Worrell for your service to country and ultimate sacrifice. Rest well brave soldier and rest assured that you Sir, are not forgotten.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
We Remember
Hurston is buried at Pittsview Cemetery in Pittsview, AL. BSM PH
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.
Posted by: Chris Spencer Email: cws71354@bellsouth.net Relationship: fellow veteran,USMC 1972-76 Wednesday, February 4, 2004
