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.HERO'S COME IN DIFFERENT SHAPE'S AND SIZE'S. 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 DOSEN'T MATTER IF YOU ARE A 2YR, 3YR, 4YR, ENLISTMENT OR A DRAFTEE OR RESERVIST, YOU HAVE EARNED THE TITTLE OF U.S. MARINE A NATION CRIES OUT FOR THE LOSS OF ITS SON.
Mar 27, 2014 |
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Maggie Fisher
Endless
My hood was already up when it began to rain. My hair beneath it was frizzed, bright curls fluffing out in the twilit humidity. I could feel my wet skirt clinging to my legs and my socks squishing uncomfortably in my shoes. I pulled my glasses off and tried unsuccessfully to wipe them free of rain.
I caught my first glimpse of it through the gray-toned trees and smudged glasses. A long dark wall, stretching lower and lower underground before making a sharp turn the other direction and bleeding out onto the surface again. But only when I drew closer did I see the endless rows of names etched in perfect precision upon the smooth, dark slabs, eerily lit by round floodlights set into the path.
I walked slowly along it, running one hand along the shallow grooves that marred the ebony-colored granite. I heard Rachel speaking to my right, regretfully voicing my opinions about the absence of a ranger that could help us make a rubbing. My eyes narrowed in the dusky light as I searched for it - the panel that was etched with the four large numbers that I had remembered so well all those years ago - 1948.
We moved along the wall and they rain picked up. We stopped to see Mikey pull an old envelope from his jacket and make a rubbing of a friend's grandfather for him. He ripped it twice more and handed the pieces to Rachel and me.
Rachel found her name quickly. I held her paper and the pencil while she untied the ribbon at the back of her neck and lowered the pendant that hung from it into the shallow basin below the names, which was already littered with flowers and letters. She pressed the paper against the wall, rubbing over a name as Mikey stood beside us, checking his watch and advising us to hurry.
'Charles M. Sorrow,' she said loudly, taking the paper down and handing me the pencil. 'I remember it from, like, three years ago. I remember how ironic I thought it was.' I started to reply, but then I saw it, a few panels down. 1948.
I seized the pencil and squished down the wall past the thick of people, listening to the sounds of Rachel and Mikey following me and the crescendo of rain on stone. I stopped abruptly at 1948, clutching the soggy paper in one hand and running the other down the list of names, all of them in the same even, captial letters, all of them marked with a small gray diamond. Then I stopped.
Robert.
Robert C. Anderson.
I closed my eyes, remembering that sunny day so long ago when I stretched my fingers out upon this very name, feeling a strange, unbreakable love for it. Feeling an odd connection, a desire to always keep this name stored away inside.
'Hurry,' Mikey said suddenly, forcing me back to the rainy twilight. 'It's gonna get wet.' Blinded by rain and darkness, I threw the torn envelope upon the wall and raised the pencil, feeling the bumps as I rubbed over the name.
'Got it,' I muttered, handing Mikey the pencil. I folded the damp paper once and tucked it into my pocket. 'Thanks.'
'Let's go,' he said quickly, and the three of us hurried to find our chaperon.
'Did you know him?' Rachel asked over the rain as we came back up onto the ground.
'No,' I said slowly, looking up at the sky as thunder echoed across it. 'But I feel like I did.'
May 16, 2009 |
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axel anderson
brother
4778, canterbury rd., felton, de., 19943, usa
we will, never forget you
we will always, remember you and the good times, we had in the short time, we had, with you. we truly miss you and we will keep you, in our prayers, always.
May 23, 2008 |
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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 its 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 its 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!
Feb 3, 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. “He which hath no stomach, to this fight, let him depart. But we in it, shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers!! For he today, that sheds his blood with me, shall always be my brother.” Rest in peace brave soldier, you have not been forgotten. (W.Shakespeare) May God Bless you, for your Sacrifice!!!
Feb 3, 2007 |
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Garnet Jenkins
Grand Junction, Co.
In Remembrance
Remembering, this Young Marine, on the anniversary, of the day, he Gave his Life, for our country, 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 such a young hero, who made the Supreme Sacrifice, in Vietnam, 1967.... "Some people spend, an entire lifetime, wondering, if they made, a difference. The Marines, don't have, that problem." ( President Ronald Regan)
Feb 3, 2007 |
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thomas reece
reeceys@aol.com
my uncle
504 calhoun rd
wilm, De 19809 USA
Bobby anderson will not be forgotten!
Wednesday, December 30, 1998 |
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Corporal, J.T. Bryan, United States Marines
jbryan@farmersagent.com
Fellow, Marine Brother
Lance Corporal, Anderson, May you rest, in God's loving arms, forever. Thank you, for your time serving, our great country & allowing us, to breathe free. May the good Lord, be with your family & friends, as they think of you, often. Semper Fidelis, Cpl., Bryan, Headquarters, 3dMarDiv. - Plt., 3122.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005 |
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Jim Helmick
fellow vet.
Seattle, Wa., 98146, USA
For you, your family & friends. we didn't, forget about you. Rev: 21, 3&4
Wednesday, June 21, 2000 |
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Grateful American
Wilmington, DE., USA
Rest in peace, brave soldier. You, are not forgotten.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004 |
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