Tribute to Fallen Military Heroes

This is the Florida Fallen Heroes Monument which was unveiled on September 28, 2007; dedicated and commemorated to all 15 alumni of Terry Parker High School who gave their ultimate sacrifice while serving in the armed forces.

Remembering the servicemembers who died in the service of their country.

The sacrifice for freedom is a real one. Please pray for and support the families and members of the US military. Pray every day.

If you’ve lost a loved one or a friend in military action, please send me a photo and a brief description. We will post it on this page. In a small way giving tribute to them for their great sacrifice for our freedom. If you are sending a photo and information, please put the word “SOLDIER” in the subject line and send it to Soldiers@KarenKingsbury.com.

Army Spc. Joshua Dingler, 1st Battalion, the 108th Armor Regiment of the US Army

Joshua Dingler, 19, of Hiram, Georgia, died in Al Mahmudiyah, Iraq, on August 15, 2005.

His death was not in vain. He died serving our country.

What defined Joshua was his life, how he lived. Joshua was the son of a pastor, Tommy Dingler. His mother had just taken on the roll of his Army unit’s family support group leader when his family learned of his death. He left behind a younger brother, Samuel.

When he was a young boy, Joshua played Little League baseball. He was a Boy Scout who earned the rank Life Scout, and in middle school he went to Australia and New Zealand as a student ambassador for People 2 People. He helped out at church and volunteered at the sound booth. He was JROTC at East Paulding High School in Hiram, GA., where he was known and loved by everyone he came in contact with. He would defend NASCAR to anyone who questioned it as a sport. He planned to come home and marry his high school love. He wanted to be a history teacher.

Joshua left behind a girl he planned to marry. He went into battle proud to help a nation find freedom, and in his brief life he was known for the way he helped other people. Joshua Dingler was remembered by an entire city at his funeral. Thousands of people lined Highway 92 from the Pickett’s Mill Baptist Church to the cemetery the day of his memorial service. People holding flags, men saluting from the bed of a truck, and endless rows of men and women with their hands over their hearts.

A tribute to Joshua appears in Karen Kingsbury's novel, Ever After.

Doug Mackintosh

My friend Doug Mackintosh died May 19, 2009 training to go to Afghanistan. He was a member of the Canadian Forces Army who died in a training accident preparing for his military service

He leave behind His wife Teryl and children Chloe & Matt. Doug will always be remembered for his great grin, sense of humor and how cool he was under pressure. Although he didn't have the opportunity to get to Afghanistan he was ready to go and serve his God and his country. Doug was a great man who always was more concerned about others more than himself. He has gone home to rest in the arms of his Saviour, Jesus Christ. - Christy Gilkes

Sgt. Christopher Paul Abeyta 1985- 2009

Sgt. Christopher Abeyta of Midlothian, Illinois died on March 15, 2009 while serving in Afghanistan. He was in the Army National Guard. He is missed by his family and friends every day. Rest in peace.

Veronika Gaidadzisova

S/Sgt Wayne Pittsenbarger July 14, 1922-1944

5th Army, 45th Division, 179 Infantry
WWII Naples, Italy

My uncle Wayne was a wire sergeant for the US Army during WWII. Until recently, my uncle was an album of photographs and a few letters in a box. He was getting ready to come home when he was killed in a Jeep accident. He died 11 years before I was born and the pain of losing him was so great, my grandmother and my mom (his sister) rarely discussed him. (My grandmother died in 1966 and my mom in 1991.) I now know what a hero he was in his time. Although he was only 22 years old when he died, I have found out through letters I recently came across that he and my grandmother exchanged, and letters that were sent to my grandmother from friends and comrades that he not only loved his country and his family but he also loved the Lord. In the last letter my grandmother wrote to him (which was returned with 'deceased" written across the front) she reminded him to "keep your little cross with you always. (Connect) it on your dog tags so you can't lose it. I love you. Love always, Mother". She sent the letter July 24, 1944 but he died on July 19th with his cross on his dog tags. The sacrifice for them both was great but I know I will see them both in heaven someday. The attached photograph was the one my grandmother said that "it looked like he was looking up to heaven."

Sgt. Jeffrey L. Elsberry

June 5, 1966 - November 3, 2008
AMC LSE - TF Victory
US Army DOD

My brother Sgt. Jeffrey L. Elsberry served in Kuwait 2002-2003. He spent a total of 14 years in military service. In April of 2008, Jeff became associated with a civilian company and went to Bagram, Afghanistan. His goal was to help train soldiers to maintain their equipment and do their jobs to the best of their ability. November 3, 2008 just 2 weeks prior to his scheduled return home, Jeff went to be with the Lord at the age of 42. Jeff is survived by 2 children, 2 grandchildren (and one expected in February), his parents, his fiance and lots of friends and extended family. He was my only brother.

Just before Jeff left for this tour, he talked with me quite a bit. You see, for most of his adult life, Jeff had made bad choices that seemed to carry him further and further from the Lord. In 2005, our Dad had to have open heart surgery. Dad had never even spent a night in the hospital so this was very traumatic for our family. The night before surgery, Dad gathered us in and said "I want us to have prayer meeting". He went around the room and asked each one "If something were to go wrong, will I see you again in heaven?" This really had an effect on my brother. From that point on, my brother was a different man. A short time later he made peace with God and for the last 3 years, we have been very close. After Jeff's death, we received a packet of letters from men and women he was serving with. Each letter expressed what a giving person he was and how he was always looking after his soldier's. Making sure they were provided with what they needed to do a good job. But they also shared how his christian example had touched their lives. We attend a church that will seat approximately 400 people. When we held Jeff's Memorial service, there was standing room only. He was proud to serve his country and I believe people new it. I am so thankful for the time we had together. When I think of Jeff, I always remember the title of that old song "I have more to go to heaven for than I had yesterday". That is true for me. I so much appreciate our soldiers and the sacrifices each one and their families make for this country.

God Bless You All
Janet E. Davis

Emory Turpin

Here is a picture of my son Emory Turpin. I lost him November 20, 2005 while he was deployed to Africa. He was a very special. He was a Seabee in the Navy. They where deployed to Africa where they were restoring a convent and orphanage. He was to be home in 19 days. He drowned. He joined the navy to get an education. He was very smart. He graduated #1 in AIT. He was advancing very fast. I have just gotten your new book This Side of Heaven. When I read about the big plans they had with their son it brought me back to the day when they came to tell me about my son. Please add him to the fallen heroes because he was a hero. He loved what he was doing. Of course our lives will never be the same because he took part of us with him. - His Mother, Judy Turpin

Sgt. James C. Akin 06-27-1983 ~ 06-03-2007

James died while driving a Humvee in Iraq. He was the driver in this mission. His vehicle hit and IED and this is how he and three others passed.

He was born here in Albuquerque, NM to James Akin and Marianne Antonucci. He was 23 years old when he died. His birthday was June 28, 1983. He was supposed to be coming home on leave at the end of June. He is survived by his wife Syreeta Akin, her family Jerry Martinez(dad), Gayle Haugk(mom), and Glenn Haugk(step-dad) and his father James Akin among other family members.
He loved his country and to serve his country.

James was a very special person. Everyone he talked to has all been touched in some huge way by him. His loyalty, his compassion for others, and the fact that this man was a rock in rough times made him unique to most. I can almost hear him telling us to go on, trying to motivate us to do better, to be better. He wouldn't want us to be sad, but let me tell you it's hard not to be. He was one of the most high speed soldiers out there, he always did everything with the most effort you could put forth. He never did anything in a small way. He was one of those people that always had something positive to say. Rarely ever a bad word came out of his mouth about other people. He was highly into politics and actually had ambitions of some day becoming the President of the United States. Anyone who knew him had no doubt that some day he'd be there and making a difference.

He loved Syreeta, his wife dearly. He was always telling me how amazing and beautiful he thought his wife was. Always told me to keep out of trouble when we were hanging out together too... lol, he knew us too well. I remember Nate telling me how they would joke around about me and Syreeta going on tons of vacations and how it must be nice, lol.

We all miss James dearly but we also know that he is now in heaven with his mom. We were also very happy that he was close to God and his word at the time of his passing.

"Tough times never last. Tough people do." -Robert Schuller

SGT. KELLEY LANCE COURTNEY, USMC

FALLUJAH, IRAQ – Sgt. Kelley Lance Courtney, USMC, 28, was killed in action in Iraq on Saturday, October 30, 2004. Funeral services will be held at 2 p.m., Sunday, November 14, 2004 at Mabel White Memorial Baptist Church with burial in Glen Haven Memorial Gardens. The Rev. David Franklin, the Rev. Joe McDaniel, the Rev. Bob Veazey and the Rev. Bill Hardee will officiate and there will be full military honors. The family will meet friends on Friday, November 12th and Saturday, November 13th from 5 – 7 p.m., at Snow’s Memorial Chapel, Pio Nono Avenue.

Sgt. Courtney was a lifelong resident of Macon and attended Central Georgia Technical College and Barstow College, Barstow, CA. He joined the U. S. Marines in 1998 and was assigned to the Third Intelligence Battalion, III Marine Expeditionary Force. He was the recipient of the Purple Heart (posthumously), the Combat Action Ribbon (posthumously), the Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal, the National Defense Medal, the Navy Meritorious Unit Commendation, Letters of Appreciation and the Certificate of Appreciation. Sgt. Courtney was a member of Mabel White Memorial Baptist Church.

Survived by wife and two children, and other family member.

LCpl Adam John VanAlstine

November 2, 1984 – February 25, 2006 KIA Ramadi, Iraq

Here is a picture of my brother, Adam, an amazing human being. Here is his entire story...

Thanks so much. -Blessings, Dawn Meyers

Adam’s Story, as told by his sister, Dawn Elaine Meyers

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Adam John VanAlstine, November 2, 1984 – February 25, 2006 KIA Ramadi, Iraq

My little brother, Adam John VanAlstine was an amazing human being. His story is one of love, anger, hardships, battles, choices, loyalty and devotion. Our mother, Mary Garrity was four months pregnant with Adam when his father, John VanAlstine took his own life. I was nine. This little boy entered our world and we were never the same. While my mom dealt with a newborn and grief, I became attached to this little being – getting up in the nights with him, watching him grow and play and develop a personality.

He entered 3rd Grade in Ms. Peterson’s class, a year that would change his life forever, both because of the influence and impact Bobbie Peterson would have on him, and for the realization that he was going to be a U.S. Marine. He was busy learning and playing with his neighborhood friends and we thought nothing more of his dream than one would if he said he wanted to be a fireman. It was the early 90’s and I am not even sure I knew what a Marine looked like.

Adam had many responsibilities fall on him – we had a younger brother, Michael who would look up endlessly toward his popular big brother. Their story is a spectacular brotherly love. Nobody understood Adam as well as Mike, and nobody understood Mike as well as Adam. Although they fought and tortured one another, there was a fierce protection there as well. Only the two of them lived their lives and truly can relate.

Adam was fearless. I will never forget that he broke his arm while riding his dirt bike around “Deadman’s Curve” which was on “Suicide Hill”. The boy was all of 10 years old!

Adam’s groups of friends are fiercely loyal and they would continue their strong bond forever. As they entered the teen years, they began getting into trouble both in and out of school. They called themselves the “East End Boys” in order to make a name for themselves in the small part of the Superior, WI town they were from. They lived and breathed for one another. If you talk to any of their parents, they believe that they all raised one another – it truly does take a village to raise children. Adam loved his friends’ parents as his own and vice – versa. Although many times they made choices that led them to learn lessons the hard way, they always had one another.

Adam became involved in boxing upon the recommendation of a teacher who believed he needed to channel his energy in a ring. This was a great passion of Adam’s and he decided he would become an Olympic champion boxer from the USMC boxing team. This was a great activity for him until the ninth grade when he was hit by a train and suffered major head injuries. Yes, a train hit my brother. “I didn’t see it” he said. We are quite sure that he was racing it, but believed his lie. He was extremely lucky, as much of the damage was done to the dirt bike, not his head. A snapshot into the resilience of this child: He picked himself off the pavement and walked over a mile home after being hit by the train! He must have nine lives!

When he was 16 and still talking about the Marine Corps, I started to listen. I realized that he is so stubborn he won’t even find a new dream. I, of course, had my own plans for him, but fine, he can go in the Corps and then I will help him when he is out.

At 17 he enlisted with the help of his mentor, Dan Lewis. Only to find out the awful news that he would not be able to join the Corps for several reasons. We were sure that this blow may have been the one to knock him down. He was dealing with so much already only to have his dream crushed. No such luck, just like being hit a by train, literally, he picked himself up and kept “dragging on”. A term that would become his slogan “Drag on”.

On January 19, 2003 our mom died, leaving Adam and Mike with no living parents. Adam was just 18 years old and 6 months shy of graduating high school. For the first time in his life, he was being separated from his little brother and going to stay alone in Superior to finish high school. The next 6 months brought many tears and anguish, good choices and bad choices, but one thing remained the same: Adam loved and was loved.

He graduated high school in June and moved to live with us in MN. He worked at several jobs trying to find some happiness. All of us living together as a family helped us deal with our grief and strengthened our family ties. Our mom would have been proud. He bought a 1990 Nissan 300ZX that he cherished.

His relationship with his mentor Dan turned from mentor/mentee to a real adult friendship. This mentor, a former Marine Officer, continued to help Adam get the necessary clearance to join the U.S. Marines. In May of 2004 Adam received the news that he would go to Recruit Training in November 2004. At 16, a peaceful time, Adam wanted to be an Infantry Marine. At 20, a time of war, Adam wanted to be an Infantry Marine. “0311 is the most respected enlisted position”.

November 2, 2004 – my little brother turned 20 years old, voted for George W. Bush in his first presidential election, (he was determined to go to Iraq and help build a new life for the Iraqis), and was about to fly on an airplane for the first time in his life. He was scheduled to leave Nov. 9, 2004 for MCRD San Diego.

On Sunday November 8, 2004 – we wanted to make him a great meal or take him out somewhere nice, he wanted Dominoes Pizza-“pepperoni/mush” and Chicken Kickers. We ate it as though it was steak and lobster. He was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and jeans. We will never forget him running down the stairs to the waiting vehicle of his recruiter. A dream come true downstairs and two sad hearts upstairs. I had never been away from him for 3 months EVER.

That night in the hotel, he met 3 other guys going to boot camp: Shupe, Summers, and Rud. Although they would not become close friends until Infantry training, the close bonds of the three of them started there.

His letters home always started with “Hello Family” and stated “I can not believe I am here” and other such statements about realizing his dream. He knew he was accomplishing something BIG – if only he could get through the 13 weeks. He was the leader of his platoon for a short while, a proud feat for him. He made some silly mistakes and his buddies still laugh about it today. He graduated on February 4, 2005 with “Expert” level rifle honors.

The next part of his journey led him to Camp Pendleton for Infantry Training – a time he loved. He went to LA on the weekends, he truly lived life to the fullest. Memories were made and the guys have stories upon stories from this time together. He then was stationed in 29 Palms, CA. He was disappointed with this, but as usual, took it in stride and kept moving forward.

The best part of this time for me, was the true friendship we built. I had always been his older sister, nagging on him to get to school, or to make better decisions, or whatever. I was constantly “mothering” him. At this point, we were truly able to have a friendship, a mutual respect for one another. I told stories he never knew about me, he told me stories I never knew. I was important to him in a whole new way – as a friend.

He left for Ramadi, Iraq in September 2005, again enjoying Dominoes Pizza as a “last meal at home”. He was excited and ready to be finally able to “do his job”. He had trained for a year and a half to do his job and now was going to be able to use the skills and training he was so proud of. He was good at his job. He was a 3/7 India Co. Marine and proud of it. He was amazing at calling home – he called home every week if he was able. He wrote letters and e-mails. He stayed connected with everyone he could.

In December 2005, my husband Darin and I announced to him that we were pregnant and due in July. He sent us a homemade card that he made out of a yellow piece of cardstock – folded into four sections. It said “Congratulations... He or she is the reason why I do what I do without thinking twise (his spelling) about it. So he or she can enjoy the greatest country in the world with the best sister and brother in law in MN. I am so proud to be a United States Marine today. Thanks”. Adam was promoted to LCpl on Jan. 1, 2006. An India Company Officer wrote to us after his death and said that he will never forget that Adam was neither nervous nor uncomfortable at the ceremony as many of his peers are as they are around officers. Adam had a sparkle in his eye that showed through to the highest ranking officers.

Adam and four of his guys were on patrol in Ramadi, Iraq when an IED exploded on Adam’s side of the vehicle. He and his Cpl were killed. Two other brave young men were severely injured.

Our lives will never be the same. Adam would be so proud of his friends – both high school and military friends – they have rallied around one another and us and we continue to celebrate his life and grieve together. He impacted all who ever met him. He will never be forgotten.

Brandon L. Stout

Dear Karen,
First let me begin by thanking you for honoring and remembering our troops. My name is Audrey Stout and I am a military widow. I lost my husband SPC Brandon L. Stout on Jan. 22, 2007. I recently was given your book Ever After but I knew that was a follow-up book to Even Now, so I went out and bought that book and just finished reading it. I just started Ever After I honestly only got as far as the In Memory of Joshua Dingler when I decided to email you. I love your book and I am looking forward to reading Ever After I would be honored if you would add my husband to your fallen heroes page. He was a National Guardsman in the 46th Military Police Company. He was a wonderful man who loved life and loved the Lord our God with all his heart and he used his military experiences to witness to fellow soldiers. He touched many lives in his short life of 23 years. Thanks again for all that you do and I am looking forward to reading more of your books. -Audrey Stout

Jonathan Cadavero

Sgt Jonathan Cadavero,24, Tuxedo, NY. KIA Baghdad, Iraq, 27 February, 2007. HHC, 2d BSTB, 2d BDE, 10th Mountain DIV.

Jon was an amazing, godly man. He was a medic attached to our Engineer unit, who were 'IED hunters', an extremely dangerous job. Jon loved his job as a Soldier and a medic. He wanted to be a Soldier since he was a child and fulfilled that desire after he graduate from college. He volunteered his time with veterans long before he became one. He loved to read, learn, and laugh. I served with him in Iraq and was blessed to call him a dear friend. He loved God dearly and tried to honor God in all he did. His last conversation with his sister he talked about not having any regrets, the fact that he would do it all over again, and he loved being an American. That was Jon. A true American. He wanted to go to Iraq so he could help. That was Jon. A helper, healer. Jon was always there for his friends, family, Soldiers. That was Jon. A Hero. -Kristy R Paulson "All gave some, some gave all!"

Tim Seamans

Tim Seamans was born on Oct. 28, 1984 at Navy Hospital Jacksonville, FL to Dave and Monica Seamans. The family transferred to Michigan in December 1986 and Tim enjoyed his first winter snowfall. The Seamans’ were blessed with another addition in July 1987 a daughter. It was Tim who named his sister Ashley after his favorite TV Soap Actress Ashley Brooks from The Young and the Restless. During Tim’s fathers tour in Michigan they visited Petoskey, Mackinaw Island, Harsens Island, Traverse City, Sleeping Bear Dunes and other various spots. The family returned to Florida in December 1990 where Tim attended MacClenny Elementary School until they moved into Jacksonville August 1991. The family loved to go to Hanna Park and JAX Beach at times they would head to St. Augustine Beach and Tim loved to swim, and later as he grew older learned to surf. His various other interest include roller blade, basketball and playing his play station. His love of sports grew and his favorite team was the Florida Gators. When Tim entered high school in August 2000 he entered the Navy Junior Reserve Officer Training program where he attained the rank of ENSIGN. In his junior year Tim joined the Army Delayed Entry Program and just shortly after his graduation in May 2004 he enlisted in the US Army on July 27, 2004. His transition from a tall and slim boy into a well model young man started at Ft. Knox, KY. On November 21, 2004 time completed his training and graduated from Boot Camp at Ft. Knox, KY. With his parents Dave and Monica all drove to Lafayette, IN for the Thanksgiving Holiday where Tim was able to visit with his Aunt’s, Uncle’s and Cousins. The family returned to Jacksonville, FL at which time Tim packed his gear and the family drove him to Ft. Stewart, GA where he reported for duty to the 3rd Infantry Division, 69th Armored Division, 1st Battalion, CHARLIE Company as a Calvary Scout. In January 2005 Tim and his unit deployed for Iraq. In May 2005 Tim returned home to see his sister Ashley’s graduation, and Mother’s Day. On May 21, 2005 Tim family drove him to JIA where he departed for his return to Iraq. Little did the family know that this would be the last time they took a family photo together. At 11:15 AM Iraq time just outside their base in Samarra in the HUMVEE Tim was driving struck a road side bomb (IED) which took his life along with three other soldiers. On August 30, 2005 Tim was laid to rest at Arlington Memorial Park Cemetery with full military honors. He leaves behind his father Dave, mother Monica and sister Ashley. The love Tim had for his country, family and others will always be honored and remembered by his loving family. www.floridafallenheroes.org

Chad A. Barrett

Chad A. Barrett, age 35, died on February 2, 2008 in Mosul, Iraq during his third tour of Operation Iraqi Freedom. He was an 11 year Army Veteran assigned to the 64th Brigade Support Battalion, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 4th Infantry Division.

Chad's parents are Ronnie and Donna Barrett of Gray, TN and Linda Helton of Gray, TN. His brother, Gary, lives in Las Vegas, NV and his sister, Amber Bacon, lives in Jonesborough, TN. Chad's sons, Zachary and Guston, live in Saltville, Virginia with their mother, Cindy.

Chad was buried on February 20, 2008 at Arlington National Cemetery and was honored at Memorial Services in Jonesborough, Tennessee, Arlington, Virginia and Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Please keep Chad's family in your prayers during this very difficult time. They suffered a tremendous loss when Chad died.

Alex van Aalten

Alex van Aalten was killed in Sanquin, Afghanistan on April 20, 2007,he was 21 when he died. He was with the Army's 82nd.Airborne of the 1-508 PIR(Paratrooper) Delta Company at Fort Bragg, N.C. He volunteered to go out in a mine field to try and rescue a Dutch Soldier that had stepped on a IED mine. Alex stepped on an anti-personal mine and they both were killed instantly. Heaven sure did get richer on April 20, 2007 when Alex gave his life trying to rescue another soldier. Alex had a smile that would light up a room and he was The BEST son-in-law..
Alex loved serving his Country with all his heart, but before anything he SERVED the LORD with all his HEART. He was married to my Daughter,Shana on May 28,2005. He always said that was the best day of his Life. He truly loved Shana, his Parents, family and friends. Alex's parents, Ed and Susan van Aalten had said Alex had always wanting to serve his Country. He helped teach karate to children and was a mentor to the young so much. Every one that came in contact with Alex was touched by his Goodness. Alex will FOREVER BE MISSED AND LOVED. I know he is smiling down from Heaven. Karen's books have helped me so much to deal with my grief and I Thank her for that. Everyone Please Remember To PRAY FOR THE TROOPS.
May God Bless Each One, Connie Stinson

SPc Matthew J. Emerson

Thank you for what you are doing to remember those we have lost in our fight for freedom!

SPc Matthew J. Emerson October 20, 1986-September 18, 2007

My cousin, Matt, was killed on an early morning patrol in Mosul, Iraq. He was a gunner on a Humvee and was thrown from the vehicle when the driver lost control after being blinded by a spotlight. He loved what he was doing and served his country with all his heart. He was the youngest of three in an amazing family of Christ-followers. Growing up in the small town of Grandview, WA, he was loved by everyone who had the pleasure of knowing him. Coaches and teachers have no shortage of wonderful things to say about their memories of him in the classroom and on the field. Many of his buddies talk of his love for the Lord and his quiet way of being there for anyone in need of a kind word or a helping hand. He is very missed among his large extended family, his tight-knit community, and his countless friends from the military, but we all know he is dancing in Heaven with Jesus where there is no sadness or pain.

John M. Henderson Jr.

My name is Amy Henderson Woolbright. I live in Columbus, GA. My brother John M. Henderson Jr. was killed August 4th 2005 in Afghanistan. He was a member of the 3rd Batallion 75th Ranger Regiment stationed at Fort Benning, GA. He was only 21 years old when he died and this was his first deployment. I have read the Redemption series, the Firstborn series, and I’m now on Summer waiting anxiously for Someday to be released. The messages in your books have really opened my eyes and helped me through some really hard times. I’ve attached a picture of my brother in hopes you’ll post it on your site. -Amy

Major Larry J Bauguess, Jr

My cousin and an amazing man, Major Larry J Bauguess, Jr was killed by small arms fire after leaving a NATO peace meeting in Pakistan on May 14. 2007. Larry left behind his graceful wife Wesley, who is retired from the army and is the leader of the family readiness support group at Fort Bragg, NC, and two beautiful daughters, Rhyann and Ellie.
Read more about Larry and efforts to bring honor to his name at www.majlarrybauguess.org.

Thank you Karen, for honoring our brave soldiers!
Donnica Harris, Greensboro NC

Cpl. Dustin Lee Kendall

Cpl. Dustin Lee Kendall born June 30th 1984 and joined the Lords army (as my five year old says) Jan 15 2006. I thank God for the time we had with him. Dustin has four sisters (me being second oldest) and one brother. We miss him!

James Sherrill

This is my friend, Sergeant James Alexander Sherrill, killed in Bayji, Iraq on April 3, 2005, when an IED (improvised explosive device) went off near the vehicle he was in. James was with the Kentucky Army National Guards 2113th Transport Company out of Paducah, KY. James had served in the Marine Corps for four years as well. He felt that there was more that he could do for his country and joined the National Guard. James was a wonderful friend and always defended what he knew to be right. The soldiers he was deployed with were people that he had also grown up with and describe him to this day as someone they knew loved and served God, being an example even during deployment. James was engaged to be married when he was killed. His finance was pregnant with their daughter, Alexandra, who he never got to meet. James was only 27 years old when he was killed, but his life and the person he was lives on in his amazing daughter who looks like his miniature! Please keep his family in your prayers.

Joel W. Lewis

Sgt. Joel W. Lewis, 28, born in Barrie, Ontario, Canada was serving with the 5th Battalion, 20th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division, of Fort Lewis, Washington. He was killed May 6, 2007 in Baqubah, Iraq when an improvised explosive devise was detonated near their Stryker. He died with 5 other comrades: SSgt. Vincenzo Romeo, Sgt. Jason Harkins, Cpl. Anthony Bradshaw, Cpl. Matthew Alexan der, and Cpl. Michael Pursel.
Joel loved life and lived it to the full. He loved anything adventurous including sky diving, scuba diving, and snowboarding. He was very competitive and was proud to serve this country. He was engaged to be married and was looking forward to starting a family. Joel – you are loved and missed!

Kristopher Cody Warren

Lance Corporal Kristopher Kody Warren, 19, of Resaca died Friday, Nov. 10, 2006 from injuries received in Iraq while serving with the United States Marine Corps. He was born on June 25, 1987 in Atlanta, son of Joseph Neal Warren and Robin Bright Patterson. He loved to talk on his cell phone, hunt, fish, and camp out, and he also enjoyed being a horseback traveler. He graduated from Gordon Central High School, Class of 2005. Besides being a member of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes and playing soccer, he was a member of the Gordon Central Chorale.

He was a loyal and dedicated member of Echota Baptist Church. Survivors include his parents, Joe Warren and his wife Becky of Woodstock and Robin Patterson and her husband Tim of Resaca; brothers, Blake Warren, Ethan Warren, and Justin Patterson, all of Resaca, Bradley Patterson of Calhoun, and Brandon Haynes; sisters, Sheena Patterson of Resaca, Shanda Patterson of Calhoun, and Heather Chatel and her husband Denny; grandparents, Sheryl Bright and the late Billy Bright of Resaca, Neal and Judy Warren of Woodstock, Lamar and Jo Patterson of Calhoun, and Richard and Shirley Trainer of Hogansville; great-grandparents, LeEtta Warren of Kennesaw and Bill and Margaret Hilley of Calhoun; aunts and uncles, Marty Bright of Resaca, Greg and Kathy Ray of Calhoun, Jamie and Danny Morgan of Woodstock, and Patty and Keith Talley of Calhoun.

The most important thing Cody did before he died was lead a fellow soldier to the Lord. Cody would always have a Bible study before bed for anyone interested.

Cody will be missed in this life, he had become a christian only a few years ago.

Nathaniel "Nathan" Given

Nathaniel "Nathan" Given, 21, of Dickinson, TX, died December 27, 2006, while serving the United States in Iraq. Born in Galveston, Texas, Nathan was a life-long resident of Dickinson, Texas. He loved his family and his country.

Nathan was 35 days shy of coming home.

Eric Bernholtz

This is Lance Corp. Eric J. Bernholtz. He was killed by a roadside bomb in Iraq, in Aug. of 2005. There were 14 other soldiers, I believe, that died with him that day. It was a sad time for so many to be lost at one time from Lima Company. Thanks Eric for the ultimate sacrifice you gave for our freedom.

Robert Langley

University Police Officer Robert Langley was killed in the line of duty on October 21, 2006. Langley was a four-year veteran of the University Police Department and a sergeant in the Mississippi National Guard who recently returned from a combat tour in Afghanistan.

Mr. Langley fought in Afganistan. and survived. A short time after returning to his family (October 21, 2006) he was killed. Not only was there pain from the loss of a U.S. Soldier, friend, father, and husband, It is the incident and details of his horrible death that has impacted everyone. He was a University Police Officer for the University of Mississippi in Oxford. One night while on duty, about 2 am in the morning, after approaching a vehicle pulled over, he was killed instantly from brain trauma after being drug approximately 200 yards. The individual had been drinking and there was also cocaine and other substances found in his system as well. Mr. Langley was a family man with 4 children and a loving wife.

Binh N. Le

Corporal Binh N. Le died December 3, 2004, from injuries received as result of enemy action in Al Anbar Province, Iraq. He was assigned to 5th Battalion, 10th Marine Regiment, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.

Binh was killed when a water truck carrying 500 pounds of explosives bore down on Camp Terbil. He and a fellow marine fired at the driver, killing him before the truck crashed and exploded. He and his fellow marine were killed - 6 others wounded.

Though he died that day he saved the lives of many fellow marines by running towards danger instead of away from it. I thank him deeply for laying his life down for his brothers. He was an amazing person, always funny, full of energy and the first to make you smile - even on a rotten day.

I do not now, nor will I ever believe his death was in vain. He died for our rights, our freedom, our happiness, our faith and for those in Iraq. He loved God and tried to show His love to all he came in contact with. He was killed during his second tour of Iraq - which he volunteered for.

One of the last times I saw Binh he explained to me that the feeling he got when he looked in the faces of those in Iraq was unforgettable and how could he not go back to help. Staying in the U.S. was not even an option in his mind. ------ Sincerely, Debby Nigh

Luis Melendez Sanchez

This is our nephew, Lou, who was killed a year ago in the war. Thank you for adding him to your list of fallen soldiers. Lou left behind my sister’s daughter, Michele, who had been in the Air Force as well, (she’s now out), and their two adorable sons, Gabe and Adrian. It’s been devastating.
I published a story with Angels on Earth magazine, when Lou was killed. The piece explained the day Michele and boys were making snow angels and taking pictures to send to Lou who was away on a training mission. They were so happy and excited about sending them to Lou. Later that evening, soldiers showed up on Chele’s doorstep. With her usual sense of humor, she said, “Please tell me this is just a practice routine…” Unfortunately, they were there to tell her that Lou’s helicopter had crashed over the Red Sea. That evening, I stayed in Newport News with my niece and two boys. We cuddled up in their big bed, and cried together. Exhausted, we were just falling asleep, when Michele and I heard the sound of a bell ringing. That’s when she knew that Lou was telling us he was at home with Jesus. You see, the last time they’d been together, Gabe had wanted the ‘I Believe Bell’ from the movie, “The Polar Express”. Lou spent a weekend looking for the bell to give to Gabe for Christmas. Gabe was thrilled when he opened the gift on Christmas day and found his bell.

Later on Christmas night, Lou and Chele were lying in each other’s arms, when Chele turned to Lou. “Before you go on this next mission, I need to know you believe, and that we will be together in heaven one day…” Lou hugged Michele closer. “Just like Gabe’s ‘I believe bell,” I believe, Chele..” He was killed that February..

We know Lou is in heaven with Jesus… Love in Him, Mary Z. Smith

Thomas Slocum

Lance Corp. Thomas J. Slocum (22) was killed in action March 23, 2003 south of An Nasiriyah. He was assigned to the 1st Battalion, 2nd Marine Regiment, 2nd Marine Expeditionary Brigade, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. Thomas grew up in Thornton, Colorado, and graduated in 1998 from Skyview High School.

LCpl. John T. Sims Jr.

K.I. A. - 4/10/04 While serving his country in Iraq

My name is Margaret Kellum and I lost my son and best friend on April 10,2004 due to hostile fire in Iraq. Even though he was only 5'3" he had a heart the size of the world. He has made all of so very proud of him. He was born on Aug.10,1982 in Alexander City, Al. Graduated in May of 2001 from Benjamin Russell High School then went to boot camp at Paris Island, SC. in June of 2001. He is so loving and so humorous. You could never be sad around him cause he would always do something silly to make you laugh. He loved to wrestle and all outdoor events. He has been awarded the Bronze Liberty Bell Award as well as the purple heart. His Staff Sargent told us that he never had to worry about JT not having all the things that he needed when they had to go anywhere cause JT stayed prepared at all times. I'm sending you a couple of photos hope you can use them and thank you so much. Semper Fi - Proud Marine Mom Forever Of LCpl. John T. Sims Jr. K.I. A. - 4/10/04 GSM Margaret Kellum

Lance Cpl. Daniel T. Morris

Lance Cpl. Daniel T. Morris, 19, of Crimora, Va., died Feb. 14, 2007 while conducting combat operations in Al Anbar province, Iraq. Morris was assigned to 2nd Battalion, 3rd Marine Regiment, 3rd Marine Division, III Marine Expeditionary Force, Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii.

My name is Terry Morris and I am an avid reader of your books. I just finished reading 'Ever After' and my heart still aches. This book hit all too close to home for me. My husband of 11 years (Billy Morris Jr.) lost his oldest Son Daniel (19) in February while he was conducting combat operations in Iraq. After reading the book I would have thought you had written it about Daniel. I did not have the privilege to get to know Daniel as his mother or friends did, but through his death I have learned so much about the man that he was. As complicated as life is I have truly learned that life is to short. I have attatched a picture of Daniel as you have asked from your book. Please pray for the Morris family and all those that loved Daniel.

Heath Warner

(1987 – 2006)

PVT Heath D. Warner, age 19, of Canton, Ohio died at Al Anbar Province in Haqlaniya, Iraq on Wednesday, November 22, 2006 by an IED along with two other comrades. Heath attended Parris Island Training Depot and Camp Geier N.C. where He had been serving in Iraq since Sept 11, 2006. He was a gunner with the U.S. Marine Corp 2nd Battalion, 3rd Marine Regiment, 3rd Marine Division, III Marine Expeditionary Force, Kaneohe Bay, Hawaii.
As a young boy, he always wanted to serve his country. Even when given other opportunities and ways to serve his country, he decided he wanted to serve on the front line. At a young age he came to know the Lord. He is known for loving God, family and country. He had been a boy scout and taught break dancing to other kids to keep them off the street. He enjoyed reading, martial arts and taught himself Japanese and Arabic. He had a dry sense of humor and a wonderful smile. Even though his life was short lived, his impact on young people was great. Heath is survived by his parents, two younger brothers, grandparents, many aunt and uncles, and friends. Thanks Heath for fighting and defending our freedom, and for making the ultimate sacrifice so that we all may enjoy the God given freedoms of this country. We miss you and love you.

Joseph Daniel Hunt

Sergeant Joseph Daniel Hunt-Died by an IED August 22, 2005, near Samarrah along with one other soldier, injuring two more. Joey was always smiling and that is the one thing we will always remember. He believed in what he was doing in Iraq. He loved the children and the people he met. He had been home just a few weeks before he died and shared with his family and friends many stories of the good things they were doing in Iraq. He knew the danger he was in but felt it was his duty to protect America. Joey was a few weeks from coming home from his first tour of duty.

The sadness we feel is sometimes overwhelming. The joy we also feel is sometimes overwhelming. But each day we know that he is in a better place smiling down upon us.

Joey left behind two boys, Caleb and Josh; his parents Marsha and Tim Hunt; two sisters, Leslie and Kristen; grandparents, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews, cousins, and many friends from all over the world. The outpouring of love was amazing after he died. People who didn't know Joey sent condolences and came to the funeral. We also had our share of the "Lauren Gibbs" who felt it necessary to also contact us in our time of grief. All I had to say about them was that Joey and countless others died, since the pilgrims came to America, in an effort to give them their right to free speech. We might not like the war but it is our duty to support the soldiers fighting it.

I've had the book Ever After for a few months but could not read it. I finally decided it was time. Even though it brought painful memories it also helped me to understand Joey's compassion for the Iraqi people. Thank you for providing a place in the soldiers memory, Samantha Cantrell

Michael Brandon Presley

Michael was a Motor Transport Marine with Motor Transport Platoon, Support Company, 2d Combat Engineer Battalion and was attached to Regimental Combat Team 8, 2d Marine Division during operation Iraqi Freedom and died in Germany Dec 14, 2005. My daughter just finished reading EVER AFTER and she had a hard time reading it. It brought back so many memories of our FALLEN HERO.

My HERO, is CPL. MICHAEL B. PRESLEY borned Feb. 17, 1984. and died in Germany Dec 14, 2005 from wounds he received in Falluja, Iraq when his convoy came under attack from a suicide vehicle borne improvised explosive device (SVBIED). As the convoy passed a taxi that had pulled off to the right side of route, the taxi pulled out in the path of Brandon's vechicle. Due to the fact that the vechicle was non-responsive, Brandon drew his M16A4 and was preparing to engage the lone occupant of the taxi. As he did this, the SVBIED initiated its device, before it had actually impacted the MTVR. This action undountedly saved the life of the MTVR driver. Brandon was wounded by shrapnel in the blast and later died of the wounds. Brandon's quick actions saved not only his driver, but also the cargo that they were carrying, the Iraqi ballots. He valianly put his fellow marines and mission accomplishment ahead of his own safety. That is the Brandon that we have always loved. He always stepped up to be the first in line and never sat back. He knew he was going to Iraq so he volunteered to go earlier.
Brandon loved being a Marine but he was looking forward to getting his time done so he could get on with his life. He had a girl friend that he loved and planned on having a life with. Brandon was 21 year old, and one of those people you couldn't help but love. He had a huge smile on his face at all times. He could always lighten the mood no matter what the situation. In his 21 years he took full advantage of every opportunity that came his way and made the best of every situation. Some of the family talked to him the night before the attack and he was cracking jokes as he always did and talking about how he could not wait to be home soon (he had 2 or 3 months left)in Iraq. We are blessed with the GREAT memories that we will have to last us because he was taken from us far too soon. CPL MICHAEL BRANDON PRESLEY Feb. 17, 1984 - DEC. 14, 2005 May your smile shine on forever! Love from, the very proud grandmother of this HERO, Mary Presley and thank you from Brandon family in Pope, Mississippi

Robb G. Needham

"Master Sergeant Robb G. Needham of Vancouver Washington. Assigned to 1/356th, 4th Brigade, 91st Div(TS). ON September 20, 2006. Robb was killed as he exited his Hummer to begin house searches with the Iraqi National Police. He was shot by a sniper and died instantly.

What made Robb so special was his love of people. He didn't care if they were Iraqi, he only cared about people. Robb would always volunteer to go visit an elderly person or anyone in the hospital. He would help out single parents with their cars (he was a great mechanic), and he treated everyone with dignity and respect. While he was in Iraq he got to know a family that lived next door to where Robb was imbedded with his team. He called home one day and asked for some money to help the family move. He later gave the money to the family and the father told Robb this is only a loan, but Robb knew that once you give money away, not to expect it back.

People tell me that Robb impacted people where ever he went. I'm sure that is true. Over 700 people attended his funeral and the procession to Willamette National Cemetery was over 2 miles long. I, for one, will forever miss him. As his wife I knew him as a loving, caring, and kind man. His impact on me was huge, and I saw him as a man of integrity and honor. He loved me like no other, and to me he was the love of my life. Robb will forever be in my heart." -In His Mighty Grip, Cait Needham

Jason Carlyle Hicks

Staff Sgt. Jason Carlyle Hicks, United States Air Force May 1, 1977- March 23, 2003

Staff Sgt. Jason Carlyle Hicks, U.S. Air Force, 25, of Jefferson, SC, lost his life Sunday, March 23,2003 in Afghanistan in the crash of the HH-60 G Pave Hawk helicopter that also claimed the life of five other airmen. Sgt. Hicks was involved in a medical evacuation mission at the time of the crash. He was serving in Operation Enduring Freedom. He was a flight engineer with the U.S. Air Force 41st Rescue Squadron based in Valdosta, Georgia. Jason was my brother and had the biggest zest for life. Jason loved his job. One of his buddies told us after the incident that he told him one day "man, I can not believe they actually pay me to do what I do. I would fly for free.." Jason died doing what he loved. I can see him in so many ways in both of my children. I pray that they both grow up to have the same zest of life that Jason has. I lost part of my heart that day, but my family and I and Jason's friends have made sure that his memory lives on.
Jason was laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery. There is a scholarship fund set up in memory of Jason. Jason Carlyle Hicks Memorial Scholarship Fund, c/o The Bank of Jefferson, PO Box 246, Jefferson, SC 29718. Thank you for your prayers.

Dennis K. Samson, Jr

This is our grandson, Spc. Dennis K. Samson, Jr, of the 101st Airborn, Fort Campbell, KY.
He was born August 1, 1981. He was killed by small arms fire in Baghdad on July 24, 2006.
Below is a poem that he wrote about 3 weeks before he was shot.

This sacrifice I give to you, This place we call home is now Iraq This place we have to adapt. This is the day that we cherish, To live each day so we can go home. To see our families and friends. Having ice cream to eat seems like heaven, And having 8 hours to sleep is better than 7. So as I pick up my weapon, I tread across the path knowing it could be my day. I hope not, but I accept it when I die. What keeps me going is to live another day, To see my family, to see the soil back in the states. What we go through you’ll never see on the news. If you want to understand. Look at my face, Listen to my voice,
It’s everything about me, My wounds and scars, and my tears. Once you look into my eyes, You’ll understand what I mean. When I say this body is for you. This sacrifice is for all of you so you can do what you want! Say what you want! And not have to fear, from all sorts of evil, from domestic and foreign countries. Here I stand to protect what I believe. I hope that this is good enough for all of you. And if it’s not, take another look, For I bleed for you, I do my best to do what’s right, And do what’s most important, not for me but for this country, I am Infantry!!

Michael James Stokely

SGT Michael “Mike” James Stokely
KIA Operation Iraqi Freedom August 16, 2005
2nd Platoon, E Troop 108th CAV 48th Brigade- GA National Guard
15 miles south of Baghdad, near Yusufiyah/ IED

Mike was standing cover flank for two buddies checking out a suspicious location in the roadway at 2:20 a.m., when an IED exploded killing him.

His father (Robert Stokely) had the following comments to make about Mike’s death:

Life is hard when you lose a child; you have children and you think of them burying you and not the other way around. But war brings a new perspective to the parent child relationship, for the parent is put in a position that they are unable to fulfill a basic parental instinct - protect your child. Losing a child, especially in war and especially with media attention focused on your loss, is difficult. I find myself counting time in weeks - every Monday at 6:20 p.m., I silently remember, maybe with a tear, that X weeks ago Mike died at what was 2:20 a.m. his time on Tuesday; then as the evening goes on, I think, Mike was dead X hours at this time; I then awake on what is my Tuesday morning, and at 7:00 a.m., I remember the call to my home and the voice saying "Mr. Stokely, this is Maj. Hulsey - please come to the door, you dog won't let us up the driveway and we need to speak to you" and then remembering my fast gait to the driveway and asking, before they can say anything "is my boy dead" and the words they spoke, with humble sadness in the eyes of Maj. Hulsey and the Chaplin that was with him "we regret to inform you...." But the pain, while there, is more manageable. I think it must be like the rigors and harshness of war - it is always the same, you just adjust.

No pity for me is needed, for as a friend said to me, I am lucky to have a son who has brought such honor to his father and the entire family. My son was a man who had a heart that cared deeply for others, and they likewise cared for him. In all of this, so many stories of his simple kindness have been shared with us and touched us. My favorite is the one where he and his buddies had been on continuous duty for several days (their normal day was 22 hours long). He and one of his fellow soldiers had to pull guard duty after being on missions for that continuous period without any sleep. He told his buddy to take a nap and he would stand watch and then they would swap out. For the next six hours, he let his buddy sleep while he stood the whole watch.

We miss him so much. We hurt inside. But we burst with pride in our son and brother. His memory will not fade nor will our love for him. When Mike was just becoming a teenager, I tried to imagine what he would be one day. I often told people I wasn't sure where life would take him, but I knew he would do something different and be very well known in his chosen field. I never dreamed he would become an American Hero who would serve his country so well.

For whatever reason, the last few days what Cindy Sheehan said "Casey didn't die for a just cause" has been on my mind. Maybe it is because some people have felt comfortable enough four months out to ask me how I felt about Mike's death and whether I thought the cause was "just" enough to justify his sacrifice.

My response is that Mike didn't die for a "just cause", he died JUST BECAUSE - just because he loved his country enough to want to serve it since the time he was in middle school; just because he loved his family enough to want to protect them; just because he loved his friends enough that he would rather fight a war "there" than here; just because he believed in our order of government whereby the civilian government rules and the military obeys, and when the President, with lawful authority, calls upon soldiers to go and fight, he believed it was not only his duty, but his honor to go; just because he wouldn't let his fellow soldiers - his guys - go it alone; and just because he wanted to do for others - the Iraqi people - what he would do for his own country.

A good friend of our family, Charles Carmical, wrote these words in tribute to Mike - “Would I lay down my life for a country to defend? I willing would if it housed my family and friends."

Mike Stokely didn't die for a just cause; he died for a lot of just causes, including the ones I set out above. I wish I were fit to tie his shoe laces but I am fortunate enough to have a son who believed in God, family, duty, honor and country and who certainly turned out to be the better of the two of us.

Justin D.Peterson

Capt. Justin D. Peterson, 32, of Davisburg, Mich., died Oct. 1 from a non-hostile vehicle accident in Al Anbar province, Iraq. He was assigned to 1st Tank Battalion, 1st Marine Division, I Marine Expeditionary Force, Twentynine Palms, California.
Capt. Peterson is survived by his wife, Patty, children, Jared, Jayden, & Caitlin. He is also survived by his father Dale, mother Ginna, siblings Charity (Brandon) Geddes, Jordan, Joshua (also a Marine) and Joy Peterson and grandparents Don and Libby Woodworth.

PFC William E. Thorne: 4th Infantry Division, 1-10 Cavalry, Ft. Hood, Texas

PFC William E. Thorne, of Hospers, Iowa, was killed on August 24, 2006, when the humvee he was driving detonated an IED south of Baghdad, Iraq.

Willy and his wife Corey had both been serving in Iraq since February of 2006. Corey had been home on a two-week leave for 6 days when she received the news of her husband’s death. He had also requested leave but was denied. They would have celebrated their 5th anniversary this past November.

Corey and Willy dreamed of having children, but God had other plans for them. They joined the army together so that they could have money to adopt when their enlistment was over. The memorials included Bethany Christian Services, Make-a-Wish Foundation, Big Brothers/Big Sisters, and Children’s Miracle Network.

Willy’s homecoming and funeral service were fit for a king. All servicemen and servicewomen should be shown such honor and respect. Over 50 Patriot Guard motorcycle riders escorted his body home from the airport. Willy’s hometown lined the 2-mile stretch of highway shoulder-to-shoulder saluting as we drove through. Flags adorned fire trucks, children of all ages lit candles and sparklers, all stood at attention in silence. It was so touching that it caused the state trooper in the lead of the escort to write a very heartwarming letter to the editor of the area’s largest newspaper. Nearly 200 riders escorted the funeral procession—even though the temperatures were in the low 60s and it was raining.

We are proud of the service both Willy and Corey dedicated to our country. Willy took his job as a soldier very seriously and would have been happy to know that no one else in his vehicle was injured or killed in the explosion. Although many did not get to know Willy personally, his life touched many people. He knew that his life was in God’s hands. As a family, we believe Willy was to die on August 24, 2006, at 26½ years old regardless of where he was…if he was in Iraq or if he was home on leave. God was eager to have him home!

Corey was granted an extended leave upon news of her husband’s death. She has since been honorably discharged from the army.

Corporal Jimmy L. Shelton, 1st Squadron, 33rd Cavalry Regiment, 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 101st Airborne Division, US Army

Jimmy L. Shelton, 21, of Florida, died in Bayji, Iraq on December 30, 2005

This is our hero Cpl Jimmy L. Shelton. He was KIA 12/3/05 in Bayji, Iraq. He was asleep in his "CHU" when the enemy shot 5 mortar rounds into Camp Summerall. His CHU took a direct hit. Jimmy went to sleep Friday night in Bayji, Iraq and woke Saturday morning in the arms of our Lord.

He was saved and baptized. He loved & served the Lord with all of his heart.

He was a Rakkasan and so proud of that! He was loved by all that knew him. He was always making others feel at ease and making them laugh. He was a great friend and had so many. His leaders tell us that Jimmy was the heart and soul of their troop.

Jimmy's hearse was hit "head-on" while in route to the church here in Ft Myers, Florida for the service we had here locally. Jimmy was 35 minutes late to his own funeral. I think he got the last laugh.

He is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. His home was here in Alva, Florida. His proud but heartbroken parents are Burgess & Billi-Jo Shelton. He was a great son. We miss him so much but know he is alive in Heaven and we will see him again!

Benjamin D. Keating

Captain Benjamin D. Keating, 27, of Shapleigh, Maine, died Nov. 26, 2006, while serving as executive officer of A Troop, 3-71 Cavalry, Task Force Spartan, 10th Mountain Division in Kamdesh, Afghanistan.

Ben attended the University of New Hampshire, graduating Magna Cum Laude and Phi Beta Kappa with a B.A. degree in 2004. While at UNH he served as the chair of the Young Republicans. He joined the Army ROTC, was a distinguished military graduate, recipient of the Marshall Award, and upon graduation was commissioned as a 2nd lieutenant in the United States Army.

He was trained in armor at Ft. Knox, Ky. He then went to Ft. Drum, N.Y. where he served as platoon leader for the 3-71 Cavalry, B Troop, became the executive officer of A Troop last November, was promoted to 1st lieutenant in January and was deployed to Afghanistan in February. He was recently promoted to captain. He was a recipient of the Bronze Star, Combat Action Badge and the Army Commendation Medal with V Device.

Ben’s time overseas was spent spreading the love of the Lord to those around him. Ben felt called by the Lord to serve his country, and will never be forgotten.

- Meg Kopp, Captain Keating's cousin

James Daniel Faulkner

Sgt. James Daniel Faulkner died September 8, 2004, during Operation Iraqi Freedom in Baghdad, Iraq. He was a loving soldier, son, brother, uncle, fiancée, and friend. James was a quiet American boy who bravely served his country
with pride and honor as a member of 20th Engineer Division of the 1st Cavalry Division of the United States Army.

James was the fourth of six children and the first of three sons. Daniel ran for his high school track team and was a member of the National Honor Society. It was Daniel’s dream to become a high school track and field coach. In his free time Daniel enjoyed fishing and playing pool with his best friend Pat Alexander.

Larry Poole United States Airforce

Larry Wayne Poole died November 18, 2006 while serving the Lord on a mission trip to Honduras. He has been going to a very remote area up the Rio Coco River to minister to the poor villiages there. On the other side of the River is Nicarauga and an Indian tribe lives there called the Miskeete (not sure of the spelling). He went there with a team of men and built a church for them two years ago. This year in November he and a local Honduran Pastor took clothing and some other supplies to the village. The only way to reach this villiage is by the river. They were in the church (which is only a shelter with a cement floor in it) giving out the clothing to the people when a storm came up and the wind got very strong and blew over a tree on the church and he was killed along with 10 of the local people. He was only 61 years old.

Eric P. Wozencraft

Corporal Eric P. Wozencraft (February 19, 1986 – September 5, 2006) US Army – 3rd Infantry Division. Eric loved being a soldier more than most. He loved life and served a year deployment in OIF III. Eric helped others often and will be remembered, and missed by many.

First Master Sergeant Dallas L. Knapp, United States Marine Corp.

Dallas L. Knapp died October 10th, 2006

He served in the United Stated Marine Corps for 22 1/2 years active duty taking him from Japan at the end of WW11, to Korea, and Vietnam. He served his country with pride and I have and will always be proud of him for giving of himself to serve in the service of our country. He rose in the ranks to a First/Master Sergent when he finally retired after serving so many years. He passed away Oct 10th, 2006. He had a military funeral with the Patriot Guard standing by. He deserved all of that. His cremains will be interred in Arlington National Cemetry sometime next spring.