|From Jennifer W Marshall 05/04/05:
I dream at night with memories of my dad
I remember how funny he was and the good times we all had.
My dad was my hero just like the fathers of so many others
And thatís why my mind gave birth to the words of
These words I write to honor my father and his fallen brothers.
My mom was told he was at his best, they said he died protecting
I've heard them say he went beyond duty's call---from my dad
nothing but his very best
My dad was a son, a brother, a husband, a father and loved by us
all---- my dad, a soldier, he stood quite tall,
A soldier who loved his family,
A soldier that sometimes prayed,
A soldier whom I wish could have stayed.
A soldier that served extremely well,
A soldier who risked it all as his fellow men will tell,
A soldier that stood fearless and fought wherever told to go,
A soldier that helped win freedom for a people he did not even know
A soldier that unfortunately will never watch me grow.
A soldier whose humor, smiles and caring glances are no longer
here for us to see,
A soldier who now shares with God what he can never again
share with me,
A soldier that I want all to remember
For he was, in the month of April, my tragedy, my 9/11 of
by Jennifer W. Marshall
In loving memory of SFC. John W. Marshall, my dad
In his last dispatch before the war, John W. Marshall called himself
an old soldier with a clear purpose. Marshall, of Los Angeles, and based
at Fort Stewart, was killed April 8 by an Iraqi rocket-propelled
grenade. Marshall enlisted at age 18 and served stints in Korea and
Germany. Survivors include his wife, Denise, and six children, ages 9 to