WILLIAM M KOTNIK
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HONORED ON PANEL 6W, LINE 5 OF THE WALL

WILLIAM MAX KOTNIK

WALL NAME

WILLIAM M KOTNIK

PANEL / LINE

6W/5

DATE OF BIRTH

02/02/1949

CASUALTY PROVINCE

VINH LONG

DATE OF CASUALTY

10/17/1970

HOME OF RECORD

SHEBOYGAN

COUNTY OF RECORD

Sheboygan County

STATE

WI

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SGT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR WILLIAM MAX KOTNIK
POSTED ON 4.24.2023
POSTED BY: john fabris

honoring you....

Some may think you are forgotten
Though on earth you are no more
But in our memory you are with us
As you always were before….
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POSTED ON 10.22.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SGT William Max Kotnik, 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 3.27.2011
POSTED BY: Steve Conto, Menasha, WI

William's senior picture

1967 South High School
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POSTED ON 7.27.2006
POSTED BY: Steve Conto, Menasha, WI

The Final Bridge

Bill is buried at Greendale Cemetery, southeast section, 2nd row, 5th column in from the south end. His is located on the back side of the Koren Marker. The cemetery is located on Greendale Rd. left off of Erie Rd. and just west of the Mall.
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POSTED ON 11.13.2005
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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