HONORED ON PANEL 33W, LINE 83 OF THE WALL
GEORGE JOSEPH CANAMARE
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GEORGE J CANAMARE
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33W/83
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LEFT FOR GEORGE JOSEPH CANAMARE
POSTED ON 5.15.2025
POSTED BY: Julian bergman
Lawrence HS
Remember him. Great individual
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POSTED ON 4.21.2025
POSTED BY: Dennis Wriston
I'm Proud of Our Vietnam Veterans
Sergeant George Joseph Canamare, Served with F Troop, 8th Cavalry Regiment, Americal Division, United States Army Vietnam.
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POSTED ON 1.10.2024
POSTED BY: Lucy Micik
Burial information
Sgt. George Canamare is buried at The Cemetery of the Holy Rood in Westbury, New York.
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POSTED ON 2.14.2023
POSTED BY: Steve McDonough
MY OLD FRIEND
We grew up together. Were in boy scouts together. Were pole vaulters together in high school, worked out together, boxed together and had a great time whenever we got together. George was smart, had a calm demeanor and a kind heart. We all liked him. I considered him a great friend. I remember his mom making great mint iced tea for us when we worked out in the gym behind his house. I went into the Marines in ’64, Viet Nam in ‘66-67 and didn’t get out until ’68 when George was already in the Army. His death the next year was a shock to the whole town and we all mourned his passing. You are remembered very fondly my old friend. Steve McD
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POSTED ON 2.6.2022
POSTED BY: John Fabris
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 sunlight 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.
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 sunlight 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.
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