| Lance Cpl. John Edward Hale United State Marine Corps |
From Paula Moreno pmvmoreno@yahoo.com John was adopted from an orphanage in the Phillipines and raised in Shreveport. He played football for Huntington High School, was a commander in JROTC, a Police Explorer, a Boy Scout, a Christian, a good son, a true friend and a great man. He was mature beyond his years and expressed himself in art, writing and human interaction. He fulfilled his dream of becoming a Marine and serving his country. After less than three months in country, John was killed in action when an IED hit a unit’s vehicle. He died in Al Anbar Province, Iraq on October 6, 2006. His dad purchased the Harley Davidson John had intended to buy upon his return to the States. It has been specially painted with his pictures and symbols of his unit and the Corps. It now serves as a tribute to his memory, his life, his love and his service. It also represents freedom of the open road...freedom that he gave his life to protect. Photos of this bike are posted on www.myspace.com/paularea. Writing about John is still hard. I'll close with his own words posted on his myspace. I CANT WANT TO GET HOME. ONE WAY OR THE OTHER I BE BACK. JUST REMEMBER I LIVE FOR U AND IF ANYTHING WERE TO HAPPEN THAT I WAS NOT ALONE. IF U HOP ON THE INTERNET AND FIND THOSE LIL FILM CLIPS THAT HEY MAKE ABOUT KILLING HOSTAGES AND KILLING COLLITON FORCES THEY R A FORCE THAT NEEDS TO BE WIPED OUT. I FIGHT SO THAT THEY WONT COME AND DO THOSE ACT TO MY FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND THE PEOPLE THAT LIVE AND BREATH N THE U.S. THAT ENJOY OUR FREEDOMS. I LIVE FOR MY HOME. I'M A MARINE AND WHAT I DO, I DO FOR U. www.myspace.com/halesite We love you, John. Other Tributes |
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From Richard Marquis
December 18, 2006
John was a really good friend of mine. He lived 3 houses down from me when I was 8 years old till i
was 14 in Keithville, on Colquitt Rd. We always hung out and had a good time. John was always
shooting his b-b gun outside and always was facinated in shooting. He was like a big brother. I used
to call him (Big John), because he would always stick up for me no matter what.
John made his life worth living and didnt waste one second of it. He was the one to give advice and
tell u if ur doing sumthing wrong. When i turned 14, i moved to a different house in Shreveport and
shortly after, he moved too. We still stayed in contact untill he joined the Marines. I remember
shaking his hand at the All-Star Bowling Lanes about 3 months before he was killed. He was the
most honorable and polite guy i knew. He had a goal and achieved it,
and i remember him telling me that day that he was proud of the way i've brought myself to be and
that i need to keep going and fullfill my! dreams.
John was a huge influince in my life, and im sure he was to alot of lifes. I know he is in Heaven and I
know God is very proud of the way he served his life on Earth.
In Loving Memory,
Richard Robert Marquis
December 18, 2006
John was a really good friend of mine. He lived 3 houses down from me when I was 8 years old till i
was 14 in Keithville, on Colquitt Rd. We always hung out and had a good time. John was always
shooting his b-b gun outside and always was facinated in shooting. He was like a big brother. I used
to call him (Big John), because he would always stick up for me no matter what.
John made his life worth living and didnt waste one second of it. He was the one to give advice and
tell u if ur doing sumthing wrong. When i turned 14, i moved to a different house in Shreveport and
shortly after, he moved too. We still stayed in contact untill he joined the Marines. I remember
shaking his hand at the All-Star Bowling Lanes about 3 months before he was killed. He was the
most honorable and polite guy i knew. He had a goal and achieved it,
and i remember him telling me that day that he was proud of the way i've brought myself to be and
that i need to keep going and fullfill my! dreams.
John was a huge influince in my life, and im sure he was to alot of lifes. I know he is in Heaven and I
know God is very proud of the way he served his life on Earth.
In Loving Memory,
Richard Robert Marquis