MICHAEL J KOTULLA
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HONORED ON PANEL 18E, LINE 19 OF THE WALL

MICHAEL JERRARD KOTULLA

WALL NAME

MICHAEL J KOTULLA

PANEL / LINE

18E/19

DATE OF BIRTH

02/24/1946

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NGAI

DATE OF CASUALTY

04/12/1967

HOME OF RECORD

CHICAGO

COUNTY OF RECORD

Cook County

STATE

IL

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SGT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR MICHAEL JERRARD KOTULLA
POSTED ON 2.28.2023
POSTED BY: John Fabris

honoring you...

Thank you for your service to our country so long ago sir. We should be forever thankful for the sacrifices of you and so many others to ensure the freedoms we so often take for granted.
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POSTED ON 4.12.2019
POSTED BY: Janice Current

An American Hero

Thank you for your service and your sacrifice. Thank you for stepping up and answering your country's call. Rest easy knowing you will never be forgotten.
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POSTED ON 4.2.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SGT Michael Jerrard Kotulla, 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 12.22.2009
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Michael is buried at St Joseph Cemetery in River Grove, IL. BSM AM ARCOM PH
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POSTED ON 4.12.2009
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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