HONORED ON PANEL 31E, LINE 2 OF THE WALL
EDWARD FRANCIS ZACKOWSKI
WALL NAME
EDWARD F ZACKOWSKI
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31E/2
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR EDWARD FRANCIS ZACKOWSKI
POSTED ON 3.10.2010
POSTED BY: Jim McIlhenney
SGT Edward F. Zackowski, USA
POSTED ON 3.7.2010
POSTED BY: Jim McIlhenney
Father Judge Remembers Their Fallen Brothers
EDWARD F. ZACKOWSKI
Edward graduated from Father Judge in 1965. While a student at Father Judge, Edward participated in the intramural program. He was a graduate of St. Leo's Grade School in Tacony. Although he was shy by nature, he did have a close relationship with several friends. One of these friends, John Donohue (a 1965 Judge Graduate), recalls countless summers that he and Ed played baseball at the neighborhood field. Ed was a pitcher for the Tacony PAL team. It was through John that Ed met his future Fiancee Charlene at a local dance.
After graduation from Father Judge, Ed worked at Stone Container Corporation before being drafted into the Army in October, 1966. In Vietnam, he was a member of Company D of the 2nd Battalion, 14th Infantry, 25th Infantry Division. He wrote home frequently, sometimes relating witty stories to his brother. His letters, however, showed a much more serious tone. In one of his letters he wrote this original poem:
I came to this place because there was a job to be done
It didn't take long to find out it wouldn't be fun
I'm here for a year and a year I'll stay
I'll fight like hell and pray each day
That my being here will keep my brother away.
During his tour of duty in Vietnam Edward received his first of four Purple Hearts for injuries received when he was shot in the leg. He was also awarded the Silver Star and the Bronze Star for extreme valor in combat. Edward Zackowski died on November 28, 1967, while on a search and destroy mission near the Cambodian border.
Edward's prayer for his brother was heard. Ernie, his brother, never had to serve in Vietnam.
Thanks to Mike Dufner for the above photo and info.
Edward graduated from Father Judge in 1965. While a student at Father Judge, Edward participated in the intramural program. He was a graduate of St. Leo's Grade School in Tacony. Although he was shy by nature, he did have a close relationship with several friends. One of these friends, John Donohue (a 1965 Judge Graduate), recalls countless summers that he and Ed played baseball at the neighborhood field. Ed was a pitcher for the Tacony PAL team. It was through John that Ed met his future Fiancee Charlene at a local dance.
After graduation from Father Judge, Ed worked at Stone Container Corporation before being drafted into the Army in October, 1966. In Vietnam, he was a member of Company D of the 2nd Battalion, 14th Infantry, 25th Infantry Division. He wrote home frequently, sometimes relating witty stories to his brother. His letters, however, showed a much more serious tone. In one of his letters he wrote this original poem:
I came to this place because there was a job to be done
It didn't take long to find out it wouldn't be fun
I'm here for a year and a year I'll stay
I'll fight like hell and pray each day
That my being here will keep my brother away.
During his tour of duty in Vietnam Edward received his first of four Purple Hearts for injuries received when he was shot in the leg. He was also awarded the Silver Star and the Bronze Star for extreme valor in combat. Edward Zackowski died on November 28, 1967, while on a search and destroy mission near the Cambodian border.
Edward's prayer for his brother was heard. Ernie, his brother, never had to serve in Vietnam.
Thanks to Mike Dufner for the above photo and info.
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POSTED ON 8.17.2009
POSTED BY: Neil Chamberlain
Good Friend
Zeek arrived in the outfit shortly before I did and took me under his wing.
We became good friends and shared many laughs. I think of him often. Named my eldest after him, and tell his story often.
All the Best to his family.
We became good friends and shared many laughs. I think of him often. Named my eldest after him, and tell his story often.
All the Best to his family.
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POSTED ON 5.9.2005
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
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