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On December 11, 2000, my brother and very best friend in the whole world, Michael Murphy, was killed when the aircraft he was piloting crashed due to mechanical failure. Mike, on the left, is with pictured with his friend and fellow Osprey pilot, Maj. Jim Schafer. |

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Michael is pictured below on the right, along with fellow Osprey crew member, Sgt. Jason Buyck, who was also killed with my brother on December 11, 2000. |
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My brother, Michael, was killed on December 11, 2000, when the MV-22 Osprey aircraft he was piloting crashed due to mechanical failure. Three other fine men were lost that day. This crash followed an earlier one that year that killed four other Osprey Pilots and Air Crew and 15 Marines.
Michael was only 38 years old, and he left behind a wife and two young children, a son, Michael Jr. (12), and a daughter, Grace (7).
The families of the fallen Marines are building a memorial on the grounds of the new Marine Corp Museum located just outside the Base in Quantico, VA to honor these fine men and the sacrifice they made for their country. You can help make our vision a reality by visiting the Osprey Memorial Website to find out more about the Osprey Program and the Memorial. The Osprey Memorial Foundation is a 501(c)3 charitable organization, so your contributions are tax deductible.
Please help us in any way you can. No amount is too small. Contact me any time at patti@legal-eaze.com or (203) 458-6007. Thanks so much… Patti Urban
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“The Few, The Proud, With Wings” |
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Maj. John A. Brow Maj. Brooks S. Gruber Staff Sgt. William B. Nelson Cpl. Kelly S. Keith |
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Lt. Col. Keith M. Sweaney Lt. Col. Michael L. Murphy Staff Sgt. Avely W. Runnels Sgt. Jason A. Buyck |



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Click here to go directly to the Osprey Memorial Foundation Website |
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With Love for Michael . . .
If tears could build a stairway , And memories were a lane We would walk right up to Heaven, And bring you back again
No farewell words were spoken, No time to say goodbye You were gone before we knew it, And only God knows why
Our hearts still ache in sadness, And secret tears still flow What it meant to lose you, No one will ever know
But know we know you want us, To mourn for you no more To remember all the happy times, Life still has much in store
Since you’ll never be forgotten, We pledge to you today A hallowed place within our hearts, Is where you’ll always stay
Love, Patti |
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Read at Michael’s Funeral by his Dad.. Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn’s rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. …Cherokee Indian Poem |
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"It has been said, time heals all wounds." I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” ...Rose Kennedy |
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North Carolina
HEADQUARTERS, U.S. MARINE CORPS, WASHINGTON, DC--Four Marines were killed when an MV-22 Osprey tiltrotor aircraft crashed while on a night training mission near Jacksonville, N.C, about 7:30 last night . |