JOHN M GALATA
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HONORED ON PANEL 33E, LINE 57 OF THE WALL

JOHN MICHAEL GALATA

WALL NAME

JOHN M GALATA

PANEL / LINE

33E/57

DATE OF BIRTH

03/04/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BINH DUONG

DATE OF CASUALTY

01/06/1968

HOME OF RECORD

GREENSBURG

COUNTY OF RECORD

Westmoreland County

STATE

PA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PFC

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR JOHN MICHAEL GALATA
POSTED ON 8.9.2010
POSTED BY: Jim Schuck

John's Headstone

I always wondered where John was buried.  Today, at 62, I visited John's grave where he was buried at 19 years of age.
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POSTED ON 11.13.2009
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

John is buried at Lakewood Memorial Gardens in Dorseyville, PA.
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POSTED ON 4.23.2006
POSTED BY: Ron Whitt

A Short time

John I think of you often and that bad day for us all on Jan 6 1968. We went to the field at the same time and a week later I'm putting you on a dustoff slick after we were caught in that ambush. You didn't even have time to grow to hate that place. May we never forget you and the rest.
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POSTED ON 6.6.2005
POSTED BY: Dutch McAllister

In memory of John Michael Galata

For our brother, who served in Company A, 2nd Battalion, 18th Infantry
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POSTED ON 6.7.2002
POSTED BY: Jim Schuck

They Sacrificed Fatherhood - A Father's Day Remembrance

"For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: It might have been"
- John Greenleaf Whittier


Father's Day is coming. We remember our fathers and our children remember us. The love given and received is so precious. Yet, many of our sons and brothers never had the privilege of holding their own newborn flesh and blood. You see, being denied fatherhood was just one aspect of what is termed "their sacrifice."

They never had a son or daughter to spend time with . . . to watch grow up . . . to see graduate from high school. No puppies or paper routes. No great catches or home runs in Little League. No hugs. No sparkling eyes looking at you with admiration and pride. No opportunity to give those same looks in return.

Somehow, though, I think in a way, they were our fathers, standing in front of us, protecting us, shielding us from harm, and giving the ultimate gift, their own lives.

Still, it hurts to look at their pictures and imagine a little boy or girl with their features. A little boy with John Galata's thick blond hair or Dennis Zambano's dark hair and dark eyes. Or maybe a little kid with the same laugh as that of Vince Piscar or Dick Cullen.

This Father's Day, remember these "special fathers," men who "sacrificed so much.
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