HONORED ON PANEL 12W, LINE 24 OF THE WALL
LEONARD MICHAEL ACKERMAN
WALL NAME
LEONARD M ACKERMAN
PANEL / LINE
12W/24
DATE OF BIRTH
CASUALTY PROVINCE
DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
RANK
REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR LEONARD MICHAEL ACKERMAN
POSTED ON 5.24.2025
POSTED BY: Kathleen M McCarthy Curtiss
Wild Pool
Will forever think of you on this day and all the times you'd come by anytime you had a few extra minutes to shoot some pool in the basement. I can see the cue ball flying through the room and into the laundry room now. You are the reason I fell in love with the name Michael and named my first born that... you brought laughter and light into every room just as my Michael does! Love you cuz!
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POSTED ON 3.2.2025
POSTED BY: Joseph Izworski
To my cousin Mike
Will always remember you. I was a Bee also our path crossed in Gulfport. You were on your second deployment and I was home on leave when we got the news of your passing. Tried to stay for funeral but could not get the time to stay. It was back to Vietnam for my second tour. Now 55 years later just like yesterday.
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POSTED ON 10.18.2023
POSTED BY: Joseph Izworski
Always on my mind
Just like to say 50 plus years and I often think of our paths crossing in a chow line in Gulfport Mississippi 1969. Then in March you are gone and I was going back on my second deployment.
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POSTED ON 4.5.2021
POSTED BY: john fabris
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.
As long as you are remembered you will never truly die....
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.
As long as you are remembered you will never truly die....
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