Lance Cpl. David Edward Owens Jr.

Lance Cpl. David Edward Owens Jr. 20, of Winchester, Va.; assigned to the 3rd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Camp Pendleton, Calif.; killed after receiving wounds in action in central Iraq.

David Owens played football, ran track and excelled at wrestling at James Wood High School in Winchester, Va. In his senior year, he placed fourth in the Commonwealth District Wrestling Tournament and sixth in the Northwest Region. After graduation in 2000, Owens joined the Marines. He hoped that it would lead to a career as a state trooper. In an interview with the local newspaper, The Winchester Star, his mother, Debbie Owens, said she had scrutinized the television news after the war began, trying to catch a glimpse of her 20-year-old son. She had felt great sympathy for parents who lost a child in the war. But “when it hits home, it’s a different ball game,” she said. “Our whole life was centered around him.” Owens was shot in the chest April 12 during a gun battle in Baghdad. He died on the way to the hospital, Marine officials told his family. Emily Tingle, whose sister went to school with Owens, remembered him as a good athlete and a “quiet, decent guy. He will be considered a hero in our town.” Jaye Copp, the high school’s head wrestling coach, said Owens was “a good team man. He did well, even surpassed his own ability, by giving it all he had. He had a good sense of humor and he was just a good, gentle person. This town was proud of him before he went and we’re even prouder of him now.”


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Marine Saluting Courtesy Sgt Michal S. Williams

He lives alone In the hills and the trees
He bares his soul To the cool mountain breeze
He talks to the Spirit He listens to the Wind
They shield him from memories Buried deep within
The world has forgotten The sacrifice he made
The scars he bears remind him Of the high price he paid
Freedom is not given But with blood it has been bought
By warriors such as he And by the wars they fought
We can't forget our warriors Or let them die in vain
But with respect and honor We can help to ease their pain
Our Freedom will be taken If no one will defend
God bless our Forgotten Warriors Who live to fight again.

God and the soldier all men adore
in times of trouble, but no more.
For when war is ended and all things righted,
God is neglected, the old soldier slighted.