PFC HERBERT LEE PIERCE

HERBERT LEE PIERCE

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 18, 2014

Viet Nam Marine 3/26 Marines
Remembering a Warrior with 3/26 Marines
Jan 23, 2013

Robert Lopez
ppddispatchdl@ci.petersburg.ak.us
Fellow Marine & Vietnam Veteran
Petersburg Alaska
Saepe Expertus, Semper Fidelis, Fratres Aeterni...
Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever...
Aug 1, 2010

j d
Forty years this week
PFC: This week is forty years since you gave all for our country and our Corps. Someday we will meet in Heaven with its streets guarded by United States Marines. We served our tours in Hell.You are in the company of many forgotten heroes. Someday we will join you in the hereafter.I am glad to see a recruitand boot camp friend took ime to visit on the anniversary of your sacrifice. From those who made it home: Semper Fi!!
Jan 24, 2009

Mick Regan
mickeyregan@yahoo.com
boot camp to nam
17 riverwood drive york me 03909
Simper Fi Marine,I have never forgotten you and never will. your friend Mick
Jan 23, 2009

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

Jan 23, 2008

Manuel Pino Jr
mpjr54@msn.com
Fellow Vietnam Vet
MY COUNTRY'S FLAG CRIED the flag bowed it's bars and wept starry tears as it hung at half-mast for a soldier's years. another youth it had called and another youth had died. I stood and i watched as my country's flag cried. it clothed the drab coffin in it's red, white, and blue, silently protecting the contents for the comfort of a few. it brought strength to some, to others, bitter pride. but as mourners filed by, my country's flag cried. as it rode to the field where the soldier was laid away, the flag recalled the pledge that he used to stand and say, but to war he went and to keep that pledge, he tried. as the guns fired their last salute, my country's flag cried. as taps rang out, it was folded with care, for the soldier's soul a chaplin whispered a prayer. he asked god for peace in this world to abide, and in a grieving mother's arms my country's flag cried
Monday, May 30, 2005