JOHN O'DONNELL
MARINE VET
HONORING A BRAVE MARINE HERO
THIS MAN HAS GIVEN OF HIMSELF EVERTHING HE COULD, SO THAT HIS BROTHER MARINES AND THE PEOPLE BACK HOME COULD LIVE A MORE PEACEFUL LIFE. THIS GIFT OF HIS LIFE SHOWS THE GREATNESS OF THIS HERO. HERO'S DON'T WEAR A CAPE OR MASK NO! THEY WEAR MARINE GREEN. AS EACH DAY PASSES,WE MUST TAKE THE TIME TO REMEMBER WHAT THIS HERO GAVE UP! SO THAT WE COULD LIVE IN A FREE SOCIETY. THANK YOU ! SEMPER FI! HERO YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN
Mar 20, 2014 |
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Bob Ahles, Vietnam Vet
Saint Cloud MN
Photo remembrance of Kenneth Virgil Goodman
You were one of the brave that answered the call. You honored us by your service and sacrifice. We now honor you each time we stand and sing the words “THE LAND OF THE FREE AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE”. Rest in Peace and Honor Ken.
Apr 10, 2013 |
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Cheryl Jones
cheryljones87@hotmail.com
friend
6762 Mabel Lk Dr NE Remer Mn 56672 USA
I'll Never Forget
Ken was my classmate at the Medical Institute of Minnesota in 1965-66. He was smart & funny. We hung out as good friends. One night another classmate, Denny Fuller & Ken sang outside my bedroom window in the middle of the night adult beverages may have been involved. I have never been able to hear 'Elusive Butterfly of Love' without thinking of Ken. I just discovered that Denny passed away I know you two must be singing in heaven! I'll never forget you, my sweet friend. Rest well.
Mar 19, 2013 |
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Semper Fi
Semper Fi, Marine.
Jan 24, 2011 |
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Michael McCarty
YOU, ARE NOT FORGOTTEN!
Fellow veteran
SGT., E-5, 7th, Infantry, d.m.z., Korea, 68/69.
'Empty Chairs at Empty Tables,' from Les Miserables
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me, that I live and you are gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken, there's a pain goes on and on, Phantom faces at the window. Phantom shadows on the floor. Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends will meet no more. Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me, what your sacrifice, was for. Empty chairs, at empty tables, where my friends, will sing no more...
Jan 24, 2010 |
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Fellow Marine
Well done Marine, rest in peace
The time, you won your town, the race, We chaired you, through the market-place, Man and boy, stood cheering by, And home, we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you, at your threshold down, Townsman, of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away, From fields, where glory does not stay. And early though, the laurel grows, It withers quicker, than the rose. Eyes, the shady night has shut, Cannot see the record cut. And silence, sounds, no worse than cheers, After earth has, stopped the ears: Now you, will not swell, the rout Of lads, that wore their honours out, Runners, whom renown outran And the name, died, before the man. So set, before it’s echoes fade, The fleet foot, on the sill of shade. And hold, to the low lintel up, The still-defended, challenge-cup. And round, that early-laurelled, head, Will flock, to gaze, the strengthless dead. And find unwithered, on it’s curls, The garland briefer, than a girl’s.
A.E. Housman, "Don't be afraid, I've redeemed you. I've called your name. You're mine.
Isaiah 43:1 (REN)
Semper Fi!
Jan 24, 2008 |
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manny g
Fellow Veteran 69-70 An Khe
Union Gap, WA. 98903
You are Remembered
Peace and condolence, to the family and friends. “GREATER LOVE, HATH NO MAN THAN THIS, THAT HE LAY DOWN HIS LIFE, FOR HIS FRIENDS” **John 15:13** “You are my friend, always remembered, never forgotten.” May God Bless you, for your Sacrifice!!!
Jan 24, 2008 |
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Ray Harton
mc2316774@aol.com
Fellow Marine
The Reverend, Vincent Robert Capodanno, Foundation, Inc.
http://www.father-capodanno.org
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers, for he today, that sheds his blood, with me, shall always, be my brother." (William Shakespeare) "Rest in Peace." You have not, been forgotten. Semper Fi, Marine. Cpl., Harton, USMC., Ret., Vietnam, 1967, 5th, Marines.
Sunday, September 17, 2000 |
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Bobbi King
RKing24600@aol.com
Friend
6500 Marshall St
Arvada, CO 80003 USA
Not Forgotten
I met Ken when we both were working in the lab of the hospital in Fergus Falls, Minnesota in the summer of 1966. I was 19 and a student, and I knew him from March 1966 to September 1966, after which I left Minnesota and never saw him again. He was an histology technician and I was a student lab technician. I first met him the day he interviewed, and I can remember absolutely as if it were yesterday, his chubby cheeks crunched up from a beam of a smile that was just waiting for the weakest excuse to break into a real laughter. He radiated raucous happiness he was the wit and I was helpless against his joke, his pun, his comic view of the world. Ordinarily I was (and still am) a sober and serious student of science, uneasy with sociable small talk and ordinary banter. But I could read his mind from across the room, and at a glance I instantly got his jokes. Once he knew he had me in his comic spell, his brilliant ludicrous artness and cleverness gave free rein to his natural comic spirit, and he had me rolling in the aisles. He was intelligent, smart and ridiculously full of fun, and he pulled me into his comic world and he gave my worrisome student life carefree and free moments which I never forgot. He had a car, so he was the one who took us to movies, out to the lake, or to the laundromat. He lived a block away from me we both rented rooms in private homes, as our meager salaries did not support the luxury of an apartment. My greatest comic prank ever was rendered unto Ken. One night, in the middle of the night, I stole down to where his car was parked, and I completely filled the interior of his car with wadded up newspapers. (No one locked their cars in small-town Minnesota in those days). I mean, I filled that sedan to the roof. I stuffed the front seat and the back seat it took a ton of newspaper, but I did it, and I was cracking up the whole time just thinking of his face in the morning and his disbelief that it could possibly be done by me, who couldn't match a witty word with him even if she carried a dictionary. His face the next day, when he came in to work, was worth all the work and stealth, as he granted me a look and a nod of "well done worthy prankster". I was prouder of that affirmation than any test I aced. Ken had a girlfriend who attended nursing school they had been high school sweethearts, and they probably would have married, had children, lived to become grandparents in the quiet, nondescript midwestern community which underlays the foundation of this great country. Stoic, quiet Americans who pay their taxes, raise their children to do good in school, join the Legion, take potluck dishes to the funeral dinners. Kenny never had a chance to do any of that. I am sorry that he never did, that his mother mourned him for the rest of her life. I have never forgotten Kenny and his laughter, his raucous happiness. My son visited the Vietnam Memorial on a school trip several years ago, and I asked him to make a rubbing of Kenny's name, which he did for me. I have visited the traveling Wall, and seen Kenny's name inscribed. I shall never forget him and his laughter and the way he made me feel when he teased the laughter out of me and we were young and bright and free. I remember him clear and distinctly, and I think of him sometimes when I'm driving by myself and I think about the wonderful people I've known in my life. He comes to mind first.
Tuesday, January 08, 2002 |
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Kevin Seldon
bseldon@flash.net
son, of fellow, marine buddy
1007, E., Brooks St., Apt., G, Norman, OK., 73071, USA
SEMPER FI, TO A FALLEN, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN MARINE
I never knew Kenney, but my dad and him were in bootcamp, together and both were at Khe Sanh, together and my dad was unable to be in the hills, when he was killed, he was at the combat base which was under siege, Kenny was my dad's best buddy, all through boot camp. They went through ITR., (infantry training regiment) together. Kenny was there in spirit, during the reunion of platoon 3011, from MCRD., San Diego. When I went through boot camp, in '98, everytime taps was played, I thought about Kenny and all the marines, who'd passed through those sacred grounds, only to lay down their lives in a strange land, far from home scared and alone. Rest easy marine, you, are never alone, your spirit and memory will, last forever in the heart, of the Corps and those, who love you. -SEMPER FI, CPL., Kevin Seldon
Wednesday, August 09, 2000 |
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