FRANCIS H ANDRYSIAK
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HONORED ON PANEL 34E, LINE 13 OF THE WALL

FRANCIS HOWARD ANDRYSIAK

WALL NAME

FRANCIS H ANDRYSIAK

PANEL / LINE

34E/13

DATE OF BIRTH

02/14/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG TIN

DATE OF CASUALTY

01/10/1968

HOME OF RECORD

GLEN HEAD

COUNTY OF RECORD

Nassau County

STATE

NY

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PFC

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR FRANCIS HOWARD ANDRYSIAK
POSTED ON 9.14.2016
POSTED BY: Lucy Conte Micik

Remembered

DEAR PFC ANDRYSIAK,
THANKS FOR BEING AN ARMY GRUNT. YOU ARE A VALENTINE'S DAY BABY, AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE LOVED BY THIS NATION. REST IN PEACE.
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POSTED ON 12.2.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter ccarter02@earthlink.net

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PFC Francis Howard Andrysiak, 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, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 5.24.2011
POSTED BY: Lawrence Bleier

Though I never knew you...

Francis,
Though I never knew you, your character and courage are a part of me. I thank you for service, I weep for your sacrifice, I feel the pain of your family. You are well remembered by your loved ones, and you are a silent but shining example to all.
Your cousin,
Larry Bleier
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POSTED ON 8.13.2010

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POSTED ON 1.10.2009
POSTED BY: Bob Ross

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Frye – 1932

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