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Monica Jasura Blake
Blakefamily5@msn.com
CO
My mother's maiden name was Berthiaume, Rita Marie. Her son, my brother was killed in Vietnam in 1968. God Bless those who sacrificed all so we can enjoy a free America.
May 20, 2011

Manuel Pino Bco 2/8th 1st Cav 68-69
mpjr54@msn.com
Fellow Vietnam Army Vet
HHC/ I Corps, MACV ADVISORS

The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night
and when the clock counts.
They say: We were young. We have died.
Remember us.
They say: We have done what we could
but until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished
no one can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
they will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for
peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say,
it is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died; remember us.
by Archibald MacLeish,
1892-1982, American Poet

Mar 31, 2007

The good times
Dick Dion
Classmate
ddion1130@verizon.net
170 Brigham Hill Rd. N. Grafton MA 01536 USA
Still miss those Fourth of July cookouts w/ you and Cathy at your parents camp on Lake Lashaway.
Carmen & Dick

Sandy S
None
Not Forgotten
Thank you, for making the ultimate sacrifice, for our country. You, are not forgotten.
Thursday, December 23, 2004

Grateful Citizen
Fellow Patriot
Even if, I can't pick you out, of a crowd, I know and understand, you and what, you gave. You will, never be forgotten.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006