Richard Anthony Volk

Lance Corporal
United States Marine Corps
20 March 1949 - 19 March 1969
Minot, North Dakota
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Minot, North Dakota

Richard A Volk

A Loving, Dear Brother

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.


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
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

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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With all respect
Jim Schueckler, former CW2, US Army
Ken Davis, Commander, United States Navy (Ret)
Memorial first published on 27 Nov 2002
Last updated 08/10/2009