FRANK J COSTANTINI JR
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HONORED ON PANEL 22E, LINE 113 OF THE WALL

FRANK JOSEPH COSTANTINI JR

WALL NAME

FRANK J COSTANTINI JR

PANEL / LINE

22E/113

DATE OF BIRTH

10/19/1946

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BINH DINH

DATE OF CASUALTY

06/21/1967

HOME OF RECORD

SEPULVEDA

COUNTY OF RECORD

Los Angeles County

STATE

CA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PFC

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR FRANK JOSEPH COSTANTINI JR
POSTED ON 3.23.2016
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PFC Frank Joseph Costantini Jr, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 3.12.2015
POSTED BY: Don Neary

A real regular guy.

Frank. I went to James Monroe High with you over 50 years ago. Somehow, it just seems like yesterday. My best memory of you is in gym class. We always seemed to team up together. You were a very well liked person with many friends. I am sorry my friend that you died so young. Your life was short but your spirit lives on in all the people that knew you.
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POSTED ON 2.23.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Frank is buried at San Fernando Mission Cemetery, Mission Hills,Los Angeles County,CA. PH
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POSTED ON 8.30.2004
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer

NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die
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POSTED ON 5.26.2003
POSTED BY: Rodd Luna

Remembering Frank

Memorial Day 2003:
I arose early this morning and made breakfast for the family. Afterwards I excused myself; I had a mission that I liked to do alone. I drove to the next valley and went to the old San Fernando Cemetery to see you and Bill Perkins. Today they were having a memorial mass for all the fallen men and women of the armed forces. The open air mass was right across from you and Bill so it was a little crowded but I was able to find both of you. I stood in silence for a while and listened to the mass then I gave a quiet slow salute to you and walked the six steps to see Bill and give him a slow steady salute. As I walked back to the car my jaws ached and my heart cried. On the way home, as I crossed over the hill into my valley, I saw a squadron of eight WWII fighters make a low pass over the memorial park, they were paying tribute. As they were making a slow pass they had changed the pitch of their props to cut more air. This made a loud buzzing sound, like giant bees as they passed over head. Each aircraft was trailing white smoke off their wing tips. It was a beautiful sight. I heard myself say “Outstanding.” It made me proud to think that we had shared our lives at one time and had all served together.
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