Sgt. Jonathan W. Lambert

Good times in old 33610 of Camp Margarita, Camp Pendleton. You were always the "grown-up" responsible one. I remember sometimes handing out with you and your little girl in the duty hut, when he stood barracks duty. Some of us stop-loss guys made it back to Pendleton in time, and were there at the chapel for your funeral.

Miss you brother, think of you often. From one Southern boy to another, I hope to see you again someday. I also hope your family in doing well.

I often think about that thick accent and the laughs we shared. I miss you brother.

June 1, 2012
To the family and friends of Sgt. Jonathan W. Lambert:
Please accept my remembrance of Jonathan on the anniversary of his passing and know that he will never be forgotten.

To the family and friends of Sgt. Jonathan W. Lambert:
Please accept my remembrance of Jonathan on the anniversary of his passing and know that he will never be forgotten.

To the family and friends of Sgt. Jonathan W. Lambert:
Remembering Jonathan on the anniversary of his passing. May our fallen heroes never be forgotten!
Peggy Childers
"Don't Let The Memory Of Them Drift Away"
www.IraqWarHeroes.org

To the family of Sgt. Jonathan W. Lambert:
Jonathan gave the ultimate sacrifice and will be held in the hearts of Americans forever. I cannot and will not let our fallen heroes be forgotten. My deepest sympathy to you. "Some gave all."
Peggy Childers
"Don't Let The Memory Of Them Drift Away"
www.IraqWarHeroes.org

Holding you all in my thoughts and prayers.


The Wind on The Downs

“I like to think of you as brown and tall,
As strong and living as you used to be,
In khaki tunic, Sam Brown belt and all,
And standing there and laughing down at me.
Because they tell me, dear, that you are dead,
Because I can no longer see your face,
You have not died, it is not true, instead
You seek adventure in some other place.
That you are round about me, I believe;
I hear you...