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HONORED ON PANEL 1W, LINE 6 OF THE WALL
JAMES EDWARD HUNSICKER
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JAMES E HUNSICKER
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LEFT FOR JAMES EDWARD HUNSICKER
POSTED ON 5.8.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
James has a military marker in his memory at Pleasant View Cemetery, Manheim, Lancaster County,PA.
POSTED ON 5.5.2007
High School classmate
What a sacrifice you made Jimmy. I hope your parents have found some peace. You sure knew how to make people laugh.
POSTED ON 4.24.2007
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
Who Shall We Send
Isaiah 6:8
Repos Dans La Paix
POSTED ON 6.12.2005
POSTED BY: Jim McIlhenney
Lancaster (PA) New Era - May 1, 1972
Missing in Viet
A Denver man serving as an Army helicopter pilot in South Vietnam has been listed as missing in action.
He is 1st Lt. James E. Hunsicker, son of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Hunsicker, 406 S. Fifth Ave., Denver, who has been in Vietnam since July.
Information on when Hunsicker was reported missing or specifics of the combat engagement were not available.
He is a graduate of Cocalico High School and Carson-Newman College, Jefferson City, Tenn., and received his training at the U.S. Army Aviation School's Rotary Wing Branch, Ft. Rucker, Ala.
POSTED ON 4.24.2005
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
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