RICHARD J ZISKO
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HONORED ON PANEL 19W, LINE 27 OF THE WALL

RICHARD JOSEPH ZISKO

WALL NAME

RICHARD J ZISKO

PANEL / LINE

19W/27

DATE OF BIRTH

11/15/1947

CASUALTY PROVINCE

TAY NINH

DATE OF CASUALTY

08/12/1969

HOME OF RECORD

NORTH OLMSTED

COUNTY OF RECORD

Cuyahoga County

STATE

OH

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

CPL

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR RICHARD JOSEPH ZISKO
POSTED ON 8.10.2011
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Richard is buried at Calvary Cemetery, Cleveland,OH. BSM ARCOM PH-OLC
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POSTED ON 8.12.2002
POSTED BY: Donald Lytle

Thank You

As a fellow Buckeye, I say "THANK YOU"

As a Veteran, I say "JOB WELL DONE"

As an American, "YOUR DEATH WAS NOT IN VAIN"

And as a Believer, "YOUR SPIRIT IS ALIVE AND STRONG"

Again, thank you for your faithful service and most precious of sacrifices given this great nation of ours.
PEACE MY FRIEND
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POSTED ON 5.26.2002
POSTED BY: Tom O Brien

To my friend Zeke

I grew up in North Olmsted, Ohio with Richard Zisko. As long as I can remember, I called him Zeke. His class mates called him The Cisko kid, poncho or ponch. we probably played roughly around a million wiffle ball games against each other. He was a big Reds fan, so each time he went to the mound I would face the right handed slants of Jim " Fancy O Toole. He was a quiet kid, who did his chores at home, played his ball and was home at night. I was in Viet Nam at the same time Zeke was in country. I received a letter from my mother informing me that "They killed your friend Zeke" a long with a small piece written in the news paper. God bless Richard Joseph Zisco, God bless the brave men ,who knew and served with him.
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POSTED ON 2.5.2002
POSTED BY: Ronald W. Carter

To My Best Friend

To My Best Friend
WHO IS THE DEALER?
Ronald W. Carter
In the eighteenth year of my tender life,
Little did I know of war and strife.
At an age I should have been starting a career,
Being at home with my family and friends so dear.
Awakening to life, I found myself amidst a war
That definitely would change my life forevermore!
Like others, I was maiming and killing an enemy
With faces and names not known to me.
My comrades are yelling and falling all around,
Someone hollering, "A medevac chopper is on the ground!"
They try to save both life and limb,
Giving hope, even when hope is dim.
Oh, how the winds of war did blow.
Sights of life not even my imagination would know.
What a price this nation and mankind must pay,
A heavy price, yes, for freedom we enjoy today.
Back at home, there's another knock on the door,
A sad report of another soldier that is no more.
Whether it's a mother, father, sister or lover,
The brokeness of their hearts will never recover.
Hurting, they try to reason out why
Their soldier, so special, had to die.
"LZ Becky" it was given a name,
A place only select soldiers came.
Many lives had the cold enemy claimed,
So "Hot LZ" it was rightfully renamed.
One late night, while I was on patrol,
I observed the VC trying to take control.
Loud, shaking the ground, a rocket blasts here!
Lighting the night, a mortar made seeing clear.
My eyes see the flash, my ears hear a definite thud,
Awakening, I find myself face-first in the mud.
Wait! Something is wrong. My side and my arm,
Blood, lots of blood, my senses are in alarm.
The pain and anger are mixed as one,
I ask myself, "What have they done?"
Confused, I want to cry or yell,
Most of all to run like hell!
I hear voices --- could it be VC?
No, because that's English they're talking to me.
It wasn't a dream, I'm all banged up.
They're flying me to the rear to get patched up.
The wounds within and on the outside are bittersweet,
Three weeks in the rear --- with a grating feeling of defeat.
I must hide the damage from my folks at home,
What will I say? "Nothing is wrong." or "Leave me alone."
Thoughts are confusing me as they pass through my head.
Even now I think, "I could very well be dead."
The guilt of surviving while others had died
Is always, always eating away at my pride.
Thoughts are better as I get letters from home:
They love and miss me, I'm not alone.
Visions of mountains and prairies so green.
Oh, this jungle, I so wish I'd never seen!
Life back home just has to be so serene,
Now to me, it's only just a dream.
Remote from the horror, their minds couldn't perceive.
Confused now, I don't know what to believe.
We are all heroes! Oh, how we can fight!
Yet our blood runs both day and night.
"For what, for what?" my spirit cries out!
No government official can respond to the shout.
"What atrocity?" you'll hear them ask.
In disbelief or disconcern their response will bask.
Their pockets are full from the wages of war;
Content, they close their ears to more.
At last, I can see some sparkling of hope,
Only a mere thirty days! Can I cope?
Home at last, but can't they even see
The pain and anguish hiding within me?
"It's okay, just leave it behind.
Get on with life and into the grind."
I feel tenseness and even guilt to bare
When an employer asks, "Were you over there?"
I served my country, well and with pride,
But now I feel like I must hide.
I'm not alone, many more have served.
Please be gentle, with judgments reserved.
Like you, we are people who have done a task.
Don't let our self esteem melt is all we ask.
We just want acceptance, for the life we've felt,
It's a bad hand we've been dealt.


With brotherly love, admiration for his courage, and a very deep sense of loss: to my best friend, Richard J. "Richie" Zisko, CPL, A Battery, 1/30 Artillery, 1st Cavalry Division, KIA 12 August 1969, LZ Becky, Tay Ninh Province, RVN.
© 1999 Ronald W. Carter

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POSTED ON 8.16.1999
POSTED BY: MSG (R) Dan Gillotti

Hard Chargers of the 1st Bn, 30th FA

CPL Zisko was a member of A Battery, 1st Bn 30th FA, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile). He was killed during an enemy ground attack supported by heavy rocket and mortar fire at LZ BECKY. For his brave actions while fighting the enemy he was Posthumously awarded a Bronze Star Medal w/"V" and the Purple Heart. I have been in contact with his Aunt, Uncle, and his cousins who are the surviving members of his family and they miss him very much. For more information about the "Hard Chargers" of the 1st Bn, 30th FA, contact MSG (R) Dan Gillotti <daniel.gillotti@dfas.mil>, Historian, 30th FA Regiment.
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