FRANK E SACHARANSKI
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HONORED ON PANEL 12W, LINE 44 OF THE WALL

FRANK ERIC SACHARANSKI

WALL NAME

FRANK E SACHARANSKI

PANEL / LINE

12W/44

DATE OF BIRTH

09/24/1945

CASUALTY PROVINCE

QUANG NAM

DATE OF CASUALTY

03/25/1970

HOME OF RECORD

WAYNE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Passaic County

STATE

NJ

BRANCH OF SERVICE

MARINE CORPS

RANK

1LT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR FRANK ERIC SACHARANSKI
POSTED ON 1.6.2024
POSTED BY: John Fabris

honoring you....

Thank you for your service to our country so long ago sir. As long as you are remembered you will remain in our hearts forever…
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POSTED ON 11.9.2021
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear Lt Frank Sacharanski, Thank you for your service as an HMH Helicopter Pilot. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Veterans’ Day is this week. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance, and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.
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POSTED ON 3.25.2015
POSTED BY: A Marine Corporal, Vietnam

Semper Fi

Semper Fi, Lt.
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POSTED ON 3.25.2014
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear 1LT Frank Eric Sacharanski, 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 3.25.2009
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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