VIEW ALL PHOTOS (9)
HONORED ON PANEL 3W, LINE 86 OF THE WALL
FRANK RUDOLPH MAKI
WALL NAME
FRANK R MAKI
PANEL / LINE
3W/86
DATE OF BIRTH
CASUALTY PROVINCE
DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
COUNTY OF RECORD
STATE
BRANCH OF SERVICE
RANK
REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR FRANK RUDOLPH MAKI
POSTED ON 9.27.2010
If I should die...remembrances for MAJ. Frank Rudolph MAKI, USA...who made the ultimate sacrifice!!!
If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.
POSTED ON 11.17.2006
POSTED BY: Jack Purcell
Forever Remembered
I remember Frank as a Soldier's Soldier.
POSTED ON 6.22.2005
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
POSTED ON 6.22.2005
POSTED BY: Fellow Michigander
Lest We Forget
Today we honor FRANK RUDOLPH MAKI
and the ultimate sacrifice he made for our country. Rest in peace Frank, and know you are not forgotten.
POSTED ON 6.22.2005
POSTED BY: Bill Nelson
Never Forgotten
Always Remembered
Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul....and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.
From all your "Band of Nam Brothers"
Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul....and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.
From all your "Band of Nam Brothers"