PAUL A HOLCK
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HONORED ON PANEL 26E, LINE 89 OF THE WALL

PAUL ALAN HOLCK

WALL NAME

PAUL A HOLCK

PANEL / LINE

26E/89

DATE OF BIRTH

08/01/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BINH DUONG

DATE OF CASUALTY

09/18/1967

HOME OF RECORD

AVONDALE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Maricopa County

STATE

AZ

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SGT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR PAUL ALAN HOLCK
POSTED ON 9.18.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SGT Paul Alan Holck, 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 11.24.2009
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Paul is buried at Roselawn Memorial Estate in Moline, IL.
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POSTED ON 12.13.2006
POSTED BY: Marcia Holck (Baker)

My Big Brother

This is how I remember you. Not as an officer in the army. Not as the sharpshooter you were known as, but as the awkward school kid that I bugged and followed around constantly. I love you. See ya later!
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POSTED ON 6.15.2004
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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