
Richard Marion James Gossard was born December 21, 1925 at Urbana, Illinois. He passed away November 5, 2012, at the age of 86, in Temple, Texas after an extended bout with cancer.



A funeral service was held on November 9 at the Crawford-Bowers Funeral Home in Killeen, Texas. In attendance were the Patriot Guard Riders who formed a line of American flags at the entrance to welcome the arriving family and friends.

After the service, the Riders led the procession to the Central Texas State Veterans Cemetery, south of Killeen, where the family was greeted by fifty American flags, blowing briskly in the southerly Texas wind.


The United States Army Honor Detail rendered full military honors. The detail of five rifles fired three volleys of fire, representing Duty, Honor and Country, followed by the mournful notes of taps.


Left to cherish his memory are his wife, a son, two daughters, seven grand children, two great-grandchildren and Bambi, his favorite little dog.
"Soldier"
I was that which others did not want to be.
I went where others feared to go,
and did what others failed to do.
I asked nothing from those who gave nothing,
and reluctantly accepted the
thought of eternal loneliness..should I fail.
I have see the face of terror;
felt the stinging cold of fear;
and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment's love.
I have cried, pained, and hoped...but most of all,
I have lived times others
would say were best forgotten.
At least someday I will be able to say
that I was proud of what I was
...a soldier.
George L. Skypeck
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