KEITH R KNOTT
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HONORED ON PANEL 7E, LINE 43 OF THE WALL

KEITH ROBERT KNOTT

WALL NAME

KEITH R KNOTT

PANEL / LINE

7E/43

DATE OF BIRTH

02/08/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

PR & MR UNKNOWN

DATE OF CASUALTY

05/09/1966

HOME OF RECORD

ALBANY

COUNTY OF RECORD

Albany County

STATE

NY

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SP4

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR KEITH ROBERT KNOTT
POSTED ON 3.29.2023
POSTED BY: John Fabris

We Will Remember

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
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POSTED ON 1.9.2020
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear Sp4 Keith Knott, Thank you for your service as an infantryman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Happy New Year in heaven. The time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 5.25.2016
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SP4 Keith Robert Knott, 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, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 9.9.2012
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Keith is buried atMemory's Garden, Albany,NY. PH

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POSTED ON 5.9.2005
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

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