David P.-Burridge-Obituary

Pfc. David P. Burridge

Lafayette, Louisiana


Lafayette, Louisiana


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When David P. Burridge was a high school freshman, a fellow student was diagnosed with leukemia and a fund-raising drive was held. What happened next shocked even Burridge''s friends. "David brought his entire paycheck, and endorsed it over to us," said Debbie Hargrave, an English teacher at Lafayette High School. "That was on Friday. The next Monday, he brought us his entire allowance for the month." Burridge, 19, of Lafayette, La., died Sept. 6 when his vehicle was attacked north of Fallujah. He was stationed at Camp Pendleton. Burridge graduated in 2003 and joined the Marines in January. Janine Neck, a teacher in the gifted program at the school, remembers Burridge approaching her with a mission. "He came to me, because his goal was to learn how to read better," she said. "He set the goal and he achieved it. That''s the kind of person David was." He is survived by his parents, George and Yvette. "They only make a few special kids and he was one," said his father. "He was always a good kid, the kind you wish, in the world, that he would be here a long, long time."

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I know this has to be a difficult weekend for you. A Memorial Day does not pass that we don't think of and honor David. A big hug to all of you. He is not forgotten.

Thinking of you all as you face yet another September 6. I will always honor David's sacrifice. Sending you all love.

You are not forgotten this Memorial Day, nor is your sacrifice. Sending love to your family who misses you very much.

Remembering David and grateful for all he gave for our country. Grateful for what his family has given for our country too.

Remembering you this Labor Day weekend and sending love to those whom I know miss you very much!

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of...

The memory of the beautiful things he did for others lives on. We remember