RICHARD ANTHONY VOLK Minot, North Dakota A Loving, Dear Brother to RICHARD ANTHONY VOLK In Heaven, Dear Brother, is where you are Much higher above then any star. You walk with The Lord now, this is true He's found another Saint in you. Your life cut short at just nineteen Serving your Country as a Marine. Volunteered for 'Nam, that's what you did Then dying there because of it. Ricky I love and miss you still That won't change, I ALWAYS will. Until that day we meet again Memories of you will never dim. I LOVE YOU, DEAR BROTHER RICHARD Gladys Volk Paulson Our parents Steve and Veronica Volk Richard's brothers and sisters, 1995 19 Mar 2004 One more year has come and gone Your absence still is felt so strong I think of you yet oh so often Seeing your smile or hear you laughing. Your 35th DEATH DATE is today Tomorrow your 55th BIRTH DATE. That shows that at 19 your life was taken Just one day before your reached twenty. I thank you again for your love For giving your life for ALL of us Some day when we meet again Together forever then, without end. I love you, Dear Brother Ricky. Your Sis, Gladys PS - My love to Mom and Dad please. 19 Mar 2007 Dearest Brother Ricky, It is 38 years today since you left us but it doesn't seem that long. I know you're with Our Lord and that makes me happy - With Mom and Dad, too. My continuing love for you. Tomorrow will be your 58th birthday so I'll sign on again. May you and your buddies that passed with you that day know we love you all and thank you three for your service and dedication to us Americans. My love always, Ricky, Sis, Gladys From his sister, Gladys Volk Paulson 14006 10th Ave South, Tacoma, Wa 98444 karkrzy1@cs.com

 

20 Nov 2004 I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease... I looked at him in uniform, So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert, He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers, and the wives, Of fathers, sons, and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of a sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free. Thank you, Richard, for giving the ultimate sacrifice for the freedom we have in America. God bless your family who have lived these many years without you! You may be gone, but you're not forgotten. From a neighbor from his hometown in North Dakota, Carolyn Knuth Gupta hisjoy.1@netzero.net

 

A Note from The Virtual Wall Regardless of enemy activity, war zones are exceedingly dangerous places. On 19 March 1969 three men from Echo Battery, 2nd Battalion, 12th Marines, died in an accident: Cpl Anthony Johnson, Philadelphia, PA HN Henry P. Baldwin, Wyandotte, MI (Navy Corpsman) LCpl Richard A. Volk, Minot, ND

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