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LEONARD E BORCHARD JR


is honored on Panel 46E, Line 14 of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

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  • I'm proud of our Vietnam Veterans

    Posted on 11/5/17 - by Dennis Wriston
    Private First Class Leonard Edgar Borchard Jr., Served with Company A, 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division.
  • Still missing you Lenny

    Posted on 10/20/17
    I think of you often Lenny. We are only 3 yrs apart and I remember the fun we had as kids. I've been reading all your letters to Susan. I learned so much about you. You really loved snow eh? I hated that war that took your innocent life. I will see you in heaven soon. Tell Mom,Dad,Susan,Patty,Janis,Jane,Linda,and Danny hello.
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  • Remembered

    Posted on 5/1/17 - by Lucy Conte Micik bennysgift@gmail.com
    DEAR PFC BORCHARD,
    THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE AS AN INFANTRYMAN WITH THE 1ST CAVALRY. MIKE WAS ALSO 1ST CAV, SAY HI TO HIM. FRANKIE WAS ALSO KILLED IN QUANG TRI, SAY HI TO HIM TOO. YESTERDAY WAS THE 42ND ANNIVERSARY OF THE FALL OF SAIGON. I AM SO SORRY. IT HAS BEEN FAR TOO LONG FOR ALL OF YOU TO HAVE BEEN GONE. WE APPRECIATE ALL YOU HAVE DONE, AND YOUR SACRIFICE. WATCH OVER THE U.S.A., IT STILL NEEDS YOUR COURAGE. GOD BLESS YOU. MAY THE ANGELS BE AT YOUR SIDE. REST IN PEACE. YOU ARE ALL IN OUR PRAYERS.
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  • One of My Best Friends in the Nam

    Posted on 3/25/15 - by Richard L. Dieterle diete003@umn.edu
    On this anniversary of the firefight at Thôn Xuan Duong, 25 March '68, it is very hard for me to write this memorial, as the events of that black day are as fresh in my mind these many years on as they were the day they happened. On the outskirts of this obscure village our platoon of about 30 souls lost 6 men killed, and about a dozen wounded. Among them was one of my best friends, Leonard Borchard. He was one of the few people known by his first name, as it was always our habit to refer to others either by a nickname they acquired in the Army, or by their last name which was sewn on their uniforms. So we called him "Leonard" (rather than "Lenny" as was apparently the case back in the World). He was a couple of years younger than most of the rest of us, and he brought with him a teenage openness and energy that acted as a kind of antidote to the omnipresent and depressing sense of being stalked by Death. His youthful vitality and optimism made him a welcome guest at any foxhole. After we had dug in at the end of a day after having struggled through the "boonies," he would visit our foxhole and we would chat for sometime, reminiscing about the World and what we would do when we got back; only for him there would be no return trip. We had made it to the end of the day in the firefight, having lost 4 men. Then the sun set on us as we were putting the finishing touches on our foxholes, which were dug inside a strip of woods with a vista on an open field and a graveyard beyond. All of a sudden, 3 pairs of mortar rounds exploded in a neat series that walked right towards us, then just as suddenly, stopped short. As the last pair of rounds detonated, I looked up from the bottom of our foxhole to see a meteoric B-40 rocket hit a tree at the front center of the strip of woods. The airburst blasted shrapnel in every direction. There were a great many casualties. When Gunsalaus came over to me and announced that Leonard had been one of those killed, I felt as if I had lost someone I had known all my life. Standing in the dark, I felt like an old man whom time had dragged through a full lifetime in just 10 months. For my friend of sunny disposition, time had never slowed down, it had simply stopped in the dark.

    When we returned to LZ Sharon, we had to look through the web gear to see which had belonged to those who had been KIA. I found in one a letter from Leonard's mom which said that she was sending him an extra pair of socks to keep his feet dry and warm. I felt a great pang of grief, but also a kind of shame that I could have been involved in anything that could do this to someone's mom.
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  • Lenny's help

    Posted on 3/27/14 - by rborchard
    My sister Jane is right. That day in March 1968 is the day our family will never forget. I lost my mentor, my football coach, my baseball coach, and my basketball coach and my teacher of hunting and respecting everything God has taught us to be everlasting. I lost my mentor and best friend!
    The world lost Lenny. Every kid in Spencer, Ia. lost Lenny! He would call, grab, pick-up any kid that had a baseball glove in his hand for a pick-up game and drive them home. His ever ending love of helping the kids is what I am so proud of. Lenny's service to his country is the same. He died in Nam a hero. Silver Star and countless other medals. He should be awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor, hands down. My oldest son bears his name, which I'm proud of. 46 years ago my sister Jane and took a walk to the Langdon creek! I'll never forget she told me this was God's will. God's will thank you my mentor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The Wall of Faces

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