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‘‘ Les We Forget ’’ Barrancas National Cemetery, Pensacola Florida. Where my father, Master Chief Walter D. Brandon USN November 12, 1902 – June 6, 1970 is buried. "Your silent tents of green we deck with fragrant flowers; yours has the suffering been, the memory shall be ours." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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‘‘ Les We Forget ’’

Barrancas National Cemetery, Pensacola Florida.

Where my father,

Master Chief Walter D. Brandon USN

November 12, 1902 – June 6, 1970

is buried.

"Your silent tents of green we deck with fragrant flowers; yours has the suffering been, the memory shall be ours."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   

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Memorial Day was officially proclaimed Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army national commander of the Grand Army

of the Republic, in his General Order No. of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11, and was first observed on 30 May 11, and was first observed on 30 May

1868, when flowers were placed on the 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers graves of Union and Confederate soldiers

at Arlington National Cemetery. at Arlington National Cemetery.

Memorial Day was officially proclaimed Memorial Day was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army national commander of the Grand Army

of the Republic, in his General Order No. of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11, and was first observed on 30 May 11, and was first observed on 30 May

1868, when flowers were placed on the 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers graves of Union and Confederate soldiers

at Arlington National Cemetery. at Arlington National Cemetery.

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“ “ Battle is the most magnificent competition Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. out all that is best; it removes all that is base.

All men are afraid in battle. The coward is All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood. ” of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood. ”

George S. PattonGeorge S. Patton

“ “ Battle is the most magnificent competition Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. out all that is best; it removes all that is base.

All men are afraid in battle. The coward is All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood. ” of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood. ”

George S. PattonGeorge S. Patton

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How far can a

‘‘ Don’t Ask – Don’t Tell ’’

throw a hand grenade ?

How far can a

‘‘ Don’t Ask – Don’t Tell ’’

throw a hand grenade ?

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A man was driving down the road and ran out of gas. A man was driving down the road and ran out of gas.  Just at that moment, a bee flew in his window.  The  Just at that moment, a bee flew in his window.  The

bee said, "What seems to be the problem?" bee said, "What seems to be the problem?"      "I'm out of gas."      "I'm out of gas."

     The bee told the man to wait right there and      The bee told the man to wait right there and flew away. Minutes later, the man watched as an flew away. Minutes later, the man watched as an

entire swarm of bees flew to his car and into his gas entire swarm of bees flew to his car and into his gas tank. After a few minutes, the bees flew out.  "Try it tank. After a few minutes, the bees flew out.  "Try it

now," said one bee. now," said one bee.      The man turned the ignition key and the car      The man turned the ignition key and the car

started right up.  "Wow!" the man exclaimed. "What started right up.  "Wow!" the man exclaimed. "What did you put in my gas tank?" did you put in my gas tank?"

The bee answered, "BP." The bee answered, "BP."

A man was driving down the road and ran out of gas. A man was driving down the road and ran out of gas.  Just at that moment, a bee flew in his window.  The  Just at that moment, a bee flew in his window.  The

bee said, "What seems to be the problem?" bee said, "What seems to be the problem?"      "I'm out of gas."      "I'm out of gas."

     The bee told the man to wait right there and      The bee told the man to wait right there and flew away. Minutes later, the man watched as an flew away. Minutes later, the man watched as an

entire swarm of bees flew to his car and into his gas entire swarm of bees flew to his car and into his gas tank. After a few minutes, the bees flew out.  "Try it tank. After a few minutes, the bees flew out.  "Try it

now," said one bee. now," said one bee.      The man turned the ignition key and the car      The man turned the ignition key and the car

started right up.  "Wow!" the man exclaimed. "What started right up.  "Wow!" the man exclaimed. "What did you put in my gas tank?" did you put in my gas tank?"

The bee answered, "BP." The bee answered, "BP."

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