Honours
Konowal's Victoria Cross medal was personally presented by King George V, and he was promoted to sergeant.
He was also awarded the British War Medal (1914–1920), Victory Medal (1914–1919), George VI Coronation Medal (1937), Elizabeth II Coronation Medal (1953), and entitled to the Cross of St George, 4th Class, from Russia.
The Royal Canadian Legion Branch 360 (Konowal Branch) in Toronto made him its patron in 1953. The Legion helped established the Konowal Prize, an annual scholarship grant at the Royal Military College of Canada.
Konowal died in 1959 at Hull, Quebec, aged 72. He was buried at Notre Dame de Lourdes Cemetery, Ottawa, under a headstone in section A, lot 502.
In 1996 Konowal's headstone was replaced by an upright marker, and memorial plaques were unveiled:
- in the Cartier Square drill hall of the Governor General's Foot Guards in Ottawa
- at Legion Branch 360 (Konowal Branch) in Toronto - unfortunately stolen in 2007 after Branch #360 was shut down by Dominion Command
- at the Royal Westminster Regiment's armoury (Konowal's regiment) in New Westminster, B.C - stolen since replaced with a stone marker
- on a cairn at Selo Ukraina Memorial Park, near Dauphin, Manitoba.
- in 2001, at Konowal's place of birth, Kutkivtsi, Ukraine.
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