| 368th Fighter Group Fallen Brothers Killed or Missing in Action Overseas |
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| Photos of 368th FG Graves and Wall of the Missing Netherlands American Cemetery and Memorial |
| Click on underlined names to see photograph |
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| Potter, Roland C. 1LT |
397th |
14 January 1945 |
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| Spencer, John 1LT |
396th |
18 July 1944 |
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| BROTHERS TO THE END! Together, as Brothers: We've laughed and cried. Together, as Brothers: We fought side by side. These two different worlds From which we came, But in our hearts We were one and the same. This place this creed That we live by, I never would have dreamed That you would ever die. To those who remember You were a man among men. To me you were more You were my best friend. Someday, somewhere We will meet again, Because we will always be BROTHERS TO THE END! Dale Sizemore Dale Sizemore, a former Ranger who fought in Somalia. It is very fitting for all who have served and lost a friend. |
| Please visit the wonderful website of Bert Caris Fallen But Not Forgotten, Netherlands American Cemetery and Memorial Margraten http://www.fallennotforgotten.nl/ |
| "High Flight" Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. John Gillespie Magee, Jr. |



