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Vietnam War 1
Marine Corps 1
Lance Corporal 2
20 Sep 1949 2
13 Aug 1969 2

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Full Name:
Kenneth Richard McLeese 2
20 Sep 1949 2
Male 2
13 Aug 1969 2
Cause: Gun, Small Arms Fire 2
Age at Death: 19 2
Body Recovered: Recovered 2
Casualty Date: 13 Aug 1969 2
Casualty Type: Hostile, Died 2
Hometown: Exeter, NE 2
Marital Status: Single 2

Vietnam War 1

Marine Corps 1
Lance Corporal 2
Enlistment Type:
Selective Service 2
E3 2
Major Command:
1st CAG 2
Marine Corps 2
Rifleman (USMC) 2
Tour Start Date:
04 Jun 1969 2
Years Served:
0 2
Protestant - No Denominational Preference 2
Race or Ethnicity:
Caucasian 2
Memorial Wall Location:
Line: 33 2
Panel: 19W 2

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Thank you Marine for your dedicated service to this great nation and our Corps..


Standing here in front of the Wall
silently reading your name
solemnly I thank you one and all
Each of you different, yet the same

The list seems forever endless
but I remember your faces
you made the supreme sacrifice, I confess
as I walk slowly with measured paces

Each one of you answered the call
willingly or not, you gave your lives
Rest easy, my Brothers - heroes all
The Nation still survives

"War drew us from our homeland

In the sunlit springtime of our youth.

Those who did not come back alive remain

 in perpetual springtime -- forever young --

And a part of them is with us always."

--- Author Unknown ---

 God Bless  You                  ike

To My Dearest Family

To My Dearest Family

Some things I'd like to say, 
but first of all to let you know 
that I arrived okay 
I'm writing this from Heaven 
where I dwell with God above 
where there's no more tears 
or sadness there 
is just eternal love 
Please do not be unhappy 
just because I'm out of sight 
remember that I'm with you 
every morning, noon and night 
That day I had to leave you 
when my life on Earth was through 
God picked me up and hugged me 
and He said I welcome you 
It's good to have you back again 
you were missed while you were gone 
as for your dearest family 
they'll be here later on 
I need you here so badly 
as part of My big plan 
there's so much that we have to do 
to help our mortal man 
Then God gave me a list of things 
He wished for me to do 
and foremost on that list of mine 
is to watch and care for you 
And I will be beside you 
every day and week and year 
and when you're sad 
I'm standing there 
to wipe away the tear 
And when you lie in bed at night 
the days chores put to flight 
God and I are closest to you 
in the middle of the night 
When you think of my life on Earth 
and all those loving years 
because you're only human 
they are bound to bring you tears 
But do not be afraid to cry 
it does relieve the pain 
remember there would be no flowers 
unless there was some rain 
I wish that I could tell you 
of all that God has planned 
but if I were to tell you 
you wouldn't understand 
But one thing is for certain 
though my life on Earth is o're 
I am closer to you now 
than I ever was before 
And to my very many friends 
trust God knows what is best 
I'm still not far away from you 
I'm just beyond the crest 
There are rocky roads ahead of you 
and many hills to climb 
but together we can do it 
taking one day at a time 
It was always my philosophy 
and I'd like it for you too 
that as you give unto the World 
so the World will give to you 
If you can help somebody 
who is in sorrow or in pain 
then you can say to God at night 
my day was not in vain 
And now I am contented 
that my life it was worthwhile 
knowing as I passed along the way 
I made somebody smile 
So if you meet somebody 
who is down and feeling low 
just lend a hand to pick him up 
as on your way you go 
When you are walking 
down the street 
and you've got me on your mind 
I'm walking in your footsteps 
only half a step behind 
And when you feel the gentle breeze 
or the wind upon your face 
that's me giving you a great big hug 
or just a soft embrace 
And when it's time for you to go 
from that body to be free 
remember you're not going 
you are coming here to me 
And I will always love you 
from that land way up above 
Will be in touch again soon 
P.S. God sends His Love



&nbsp; <b><font size="5">
<p align="center">THE MARCH OF THE DEAD</p>
<font size="4">
<p align="center">About the black and marble wall<br />
they mustered in one last roll call,<u><br />
</u>and as each name was nobly read<br />
in voice heard only by the dead,<br />
each one in proud response confirmed<br />
that they were there in honor earned,<br />
yet still prepared to fill such task<br />
as comrades might of each one ask.</p>
<p align="center">But, could the living dare implore<br />
those sacred dead to serve once more?<br />
To form again and march in ranks<br />
in place of those who heard no thanks,<br />
who fought the war, who stood in place,<br />
yet on return met but disgrace,<br />
who heard each curse, who took the blame<br />
for those who caused a nations shame.</p>
<p align="center">Was it not right for those who served<br />
to seek respect as each deserved?<br />
Yet such respect could but befall<br />
from those whose names engraved the wall.<br />
So each agreed to honor yield<br />
to those who lived with wounds unhealed,<br />
to march for each, to ease the pain,<br />
for each a hero's tribute gain.</p>
<p align="center">Then with the call...&quot;Form for review!&quot;<br />
Each from the wall their name withdrew<br />
to leave it somber, lonely, bare,<br />
protected still by God's own care,<br />
The parade was formed, the march course set,<br />
now all the fallen once more met,<br />
in proud reunion, to march with pride<br />
in silent, metered, saintly stride.<br />
Those souls, from human bond set free<br />
moved with immortal dignity<br />
as shadows O'er each throng filled street<br />
paced by a drummer's solemn beat,<br />
but mortal eyes could not behold<br />
those marching, as marched saints of old,<br />
and only could those with due's paid<br />
bear witness to this last parade.</p>
<p align="center">In admiration heroes rose,<br />
from battles past, against old foe's,<br />
from Valley Forge and Bunker Hill,<br />
Gettysburg, and Chancellorsville.<br />
Washington, Jackson, Grant, and Lee<br />
reviewed the march with solemnity.<br />
and those who held the Alamo<br />
joined men who bled in white French snow,<br />
at Soissons, Marne, and Belleau Wood.<br />
Thus Crockett and Pershing together stood.<br />
.....And the parade passed on.</p>
<p align="center">Pearl Harbor's heroes to a man<br />
rose with all those who fought Japan<br />
at Guadacanal, Siapan, the Philippines<br />
with MacArthur and the brave marines<br />
who raised the flag on Iwo's sand<br />
to mark the corps determined stand.<br />
Wainwright was joined by hundreds more<br />
forced from Bataan, Corregidor,<br />
to march ignoble, fraught with pain<br />
to die when strength dared not remain.<br />
.....And the dead marched on.</p>
<p align="center">Now Eisenhower with a soldier's pride<br />
viewed the parade, while at his side<br />
stood Patton and the valiant score<br />
who were flung upon a Norman's shore.<br />
As a nation prayed these hero's fought<br />
with inspiration each soul wrought.<br />
They faced the Bulge, they crossed the Rhine<br />
to form one final battle line,<br />
then drove to meet a victor's fate<br />
in the shadows of the Brandenberg Gate.<br />
.....And the ranks marched on.</p>
<p align="center">Brothers of &quot;The Forgotten War&quot;<br />
who remembered Inchon, The Reservoir<br />
where as the heat of battle rose<br />
on this cold front they fought, they froze,<br />
not asking what be freedoms price<br />
or who should make the sacrifice.<br />
They held at Seoul, with faith drove on<br />
to hold the line at Panmunjon.<br />
All stood in tribute, to the man,<br />
for each could truly understand<br />
for they that marched, marched for them too<br />
to help restore past honors due.<br />
.....And the parade moved on.</p>
<p align="center">And in the distance massed a crowd,<br />
shadowed by a sinful shroud,<br />
to hide those privileged from the war<br />
who burrowed deep on foreign shore,<br />
they dared crawl out, and returned<br />
to savor life and rights unearned.<br />
And with them sharing equal blame<br />
were those who claimed to share no blame,<br />
whose protests turned our nations flag<br />
into a jumbled, burning rag,<br />
who scorned and mocked those with the right<br />
to serve their land, to join the fight.<br />
Each found deferment from the call<br />
in an ivy covered campus hall.</p>
<p align="center">And those possessed of greatest hate<br />
went to Hanoi, the Kremlin Gate<br />
to denounce our land with ignominy,<br />
and with treason aid the enemy.<br />
They dared not now to look and face<br />
the marching lines, to know disgrace<br />
the presence noble men provoke<br />
to those who dare not take the yoke.<br />
The marching ranks looked but ahead,<br />
each step in cadence of the dead,<br />
but every soul one thought did share:<br />
Blest I am here..not with them there.<br />
.....and the dead marched on</p>
<p align="center">Across the bridge to Arlington<br />
the line moved on and stood as one<br />
in homage at the sacred flame<br />
that honors heroes without name.<br />
Now each who marched a new name read<br />
in voices echoed by the dead<br />
to call here present souls alive,<br />
of men who fought and yet survived<br />
who still bore scars in flesh and mind<br />
whose hearts sought but true peace to find.<br />
Here each soul learned as the flame grew,<br />
it burned to honor those men too.<br />
Could not this privilege be proscribed<br />
by comrades that had fought and died?<br />
Could not immortal men proclaim<br />
the honors those deprived may claim?<br />
Yes, those unnamed now join to share<br />
with those who marched one final prayer:<br />
In brotherhood we all are one,<br />
Eternal Lord, thy will be done.</p>
<p style="text-align: center">The task complete, a bugler played<br />
the funeral notes to end parade,<br />
and each who marched now left the ranks<br />
to cross old proud Potomac's banks<br />
as on the wall in death endeared,<br />
the names of each, once more appeared<br />
that living comrades joined in prayer,<br />
might know the honors heroes share.<br />
<p align="left"><strong><br />
By: Col. Ed Danowitz, USMC (ret)<br />
Director of The Combined Action Program<br />
For: All who served in Vietnam</strong><strong><br />

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