U.S. VETERANS NATIONAL MEMORIAL HALL OF HONOR: I'AM THE POW, I'AM THE MIA Page 4

U.S.Veterans National Memorial Hall of Honor

Place an Animated U.S. flag or a POW*MIA flag and your loved one's name of your Veteran who has passed on through the portals of time, U.S.Veterans National Memorial Hall of Honor is a memorial site for all U.S. Veterans from all wars and from all generations who have passed away by natural causes, by accident, or by war, to have our own National Memorial Hall of Honor with a Photograph posted on the next page. A place where only valor sleeps.

Your Animated Flag or Flags will look like this:

To place your animated U.S. flag or your POW/MIA flag in front of the name of your loved one, please contact me at the e-mail address posted below this message, with the Name, Branch of Service, Relationship, and War, if any, and send me a copy of your veterans' Photograph and it will be placed in both your loved one and in your honor. For all U.S. Veterans from all Wars and from all Generations at:

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OPERATION JUST CAUSE

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MY ADOPTED HOMETOWN POW*MIA THROUGH OPERATION JUST CAUSE

THE LAST POW*MIA OF THE VIETNAM WAR - U.S.N. COMDR. HARLEY HUBERT HALL VANCOUVER, WA - JAN. 27, 1973

OPERATION JUST CAUSE

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I'AM THE POW I'AM THE MIA

THE POW-MIA
I'm just a nameless
silhouette; nobody knows my face,. Though many of you pray for me each
day;The man you said you won. t forget, in a dark and distant place.I am
the POW; I am the MIA.
I am a Navy pilot; I am a dead Marine;I am
the wounded grunt they couldn. t find.But I'm living still, and I. m long
dead, and I. m somewhere in between,And I can. t believe that I was left
behind.
They killed me in an ambush, and they captured
me alive,And I died when my Huey crashed and burned.They over-ran my
unit, but I managed to survive,And they brought me North in chains when they
returned.
They beat me and they whipped me, and they
worked me . til I dropped.To break my will, they made their best
endeavor.When great despair had gripped me, still the torture never
stopped,And they told me: . We can keep you here forever..
They told me that my parents died, that my kids
were grown and gone; Andmy wife lost hope, and married my best friend. But
there. s a prayer Ihold inside, that helps me to go on: That someone still
remembers, andyou. ll bring me Home again.v
I'm just a nameless silhouette; nobody knows my
face,. Though many of you pray for me each day;The man you said you won.
t forget, in a dark and distant place.I am the POW; I am the MIA.
Tim Murphy �.
1986