RAYMOND C HANIK
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HONORED ON PANEL 51W, LINE 5 OF THE WALL

RAYMOND CONRAD HANIK

WALL NAME

RAYMOND C HANIK

PANEL / LINE

51W/5

DATE OF BIRTH

03/16/1950

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BINH TUY

DATE OF CASUALTY

07/18/1968

HOME OF RECORD

CHICAGO

COUNTY OF RECORD

Cook County

STATE

IL

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PFC

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR RAYMOND CONRAD HANIK
POSTED ON 7.18.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PFC Raymond Conrad Hanik, 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 4.23.2012

Remembrance

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POSTED ON 12.14.2010
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Raymond is buried at Resurrection Cemetery, Argo.IL. BSM PH
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POSTED ON 1.19.2007
POSTED BY: Joe Willey

Operation Embrace

Ray was assigned to the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment (Blackhorse) at the time of his death. 11th Armored Cavalry Veterans of Vietnam and Cambodia are attempting to locate relatives of all of our Troopers who made the ultimate sacrifice in Vietnam. Please contact us at: [email protected] or through our website: http://www.11thcavnam.com

POST-TO-POST HORSE-TO-HORSE AND ONTO FIDDLERS GREEN ALLONS AND AMEN.
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POSTED ON 6.10.2002
POSTED BY: William M. Smith

An American Cadence

Binh Dinh, Quang Tri, Binh Tuy,
How far from home, these young men died.

Its thirty years I've chose to wait
To finally know my brothers fate.
They're names are etched on granite walls
These good young men of Concert Halls.

For those who died, and those who may
You've fifteen hundred friends today.
This place of brothers, I'm shamed to say
forgot your names, until today.

It's thirty years, and now I've wept.
Now thirty years, that you have slept.
For those of us that also fought,
we had to know the toll it brought.

I should have known my brothers fate.
I knew to watch, to look for Nate.
The thousand days, it took to die,
a cripple brother, there he lie.

I was your friend, you had the right
to expect a visit, to help you fight.
For thirty years, you've frightened me,
as you lay dead at twenty-three.

Four years I watched you run at track,
a lettered captain and fullback.
But its not these things, I'll now remember,
but death from war, in late December.

A thousand days in VA's bed.
A metal plate aside his head.
Surrounded by the pain, the others.
Forgotten by his many brothers.

They left this school in sixty-seven.
Within the year, made fast to heaven.
But not before their life knew fear.
Their graves were marked within a year.

We hundred boys, and those that knew us,
are humbled by your courage, Louis.
Your life cut short, at just nineteen,
flesh torn by bullets, from foe unseen.

In late October, I'll know the pain
the loss of life, that was George Hain.
I moved through mine in search of cash,
enjoyed my luck, forgot his crash.

In hot July, life left Ray Hanik.
Tho' bravely fought amidst the panic,
just eighteen the day he perished,
his fight for those, he chose to cherish.

I'll not stand by, from now instead
I'll search for brothers, not yet dead.
Perhaps a word, a hand, a prayer,
I'll be a brother, the one who cared.

For thirty years I forgot to bother.
He's heavy Father, he's my dead brother.
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