30 Nov 2005 Donald Eugene Scott was my father. He was killed when I was 14 years of age. There is not much I remember about my dad as he and my mother were divorced when I was young. She being a scorned woman never let us see him much. What I do remember is that he loved me and my sister very much. One summer we got to go and visit him in Fort Bragg, North Carolina, that was a blast. Not long after that he was killed. I have been looking for anyone that served with him. If you knew my dad please contace me at jstbcuse@aol.com Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. Lyrics by Mary Frye (1932) and Wilbur Skeels (1996) Regina Lee Scott-Madden Oklahoma jstbcuse@aol.com

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