DUANE C PAEPKE JR
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HONORED ON PANEL 30W, LINE 28 OF THE WALL

DUANE CARL PAEPKE JR

WALL NAME

DUANE C PAEPKE JR

PANEL / LINE

30W/28

DATE OF BIRTH

06/04/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NGAI

DATE OF CASUALTY

03/03/1969

HOME OF RECORD

GALT

COUNTY OF RECORD

Sacramento County

STATE

CA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SP4

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR DUANE CARL PAEPKE JR
POSTED ON 8.27.2022
POSTED BY: Cornelius Grace

I owe my Life to you!

GOD BLESS! THANK YOU9
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POSTED ON 3.13.2021
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear Sp4 Duane Paepke, Thank you for your service as an Infantryman, I researched you on your 52nd anniversary, sad. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Lent has begun, and today is the last day of standard time. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 2.21.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SP4 Duane Carl Paepke Jr, 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 6.20.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Duane is buried at Cherokee Cemetery, Lodi,CA. BSM PH-OLC
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POSTED ON 3.3.2009
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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