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  • Date of Birth:10/26/1947
  • Date of Casualty:9/4/1968
  • Home of Record:NORTH HALEDON
  • County of Record:PASSAIC COUNTY
  • State:NJ
  • Branch of Service:ARMY
  • Rank:SGT
  • Panel/Row:45W, 35
  • Casualty Province:KONTUM


  • Wall Name:ROGER D BELL
  • Date of Birth:9/17/1942
  • Date of Casualty:9/4/1968
  • Home of Record:CLOVER
  • County of Record:WAKE COUNTY
  • State:NC
  • Branch of Service:ARMY
  • Rank:CPL
  • Panel/Row:45W, 35
  • Casualty Province:KONTUM


is honored on Panel 45W, Row 35 of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

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  • 3rd Psyop Bn Classroom Dedicated

    Posted on 8/2/11 - by Son
    3rd Psychologocal Operations Battalion dedicated a classroom to LTC Barger
  • We Remember

    Posted on 5/1/10 - by Robert Sage rsage@austin.rr.com
    Ferdinand is buried at Elmwood Cemetery in Columbia, SC. SS PH
  • LTC Barger the week prior to Ambush

    Posted on 4/29/10
    The last picture of LTC Barger alive.
  • Another Fathers Day Missing You

    Posted on 6/19/07 - by Son - Ferdinand
    I posted this on another "Wall" site years ago and it still holds just as true today.

    Now that I have children the same age as my brothers and I when my father left for Vietnam I understand the strength it must of taken to leave his family to fight for this country and his beliefs. He didn't have to go but said he should be with his men. Dad you were a hero to me then and 32 years (now 39 years) later that has not changed. Everytime I hold my children I remember you. I love and miss you so much. Dad I wish I could of held you one more time.

    Love, your son Andy

    The first time posted Thursday, March 23, 2000, now June 19, 2007
  • I see it every day

    Posted on 6/16/06
    In my mind I see that olive drab staff car with the white star on the door pull up to the curb every day. It stopped at the curb of a busy street and I saw the men in uniform get out. They walked up an intermindably long white cement sidewalk. I momentarily thought it was Dad but it wasn't. Somehow I felt it.
    I wasn't sure who was more scared, me or them. I was supposed to be upstairs in the bedroom where Mom had sent the other boys. But I wasn't with them. I had stopped to use the bathroom under the stairs. I hid back in the bathroom again. Some time later I came out and saw my brothers on the couch crying. I didn't see my Mom or know where she was. I sat in my oldest brothers lap and asked what happened? What's wrong? He said only "Dad's dead." I wasn't sure what that meant. He told me, "he's never coming back." I understood that. He had left for long and short periods many times before. But he always came back. He always brought pepperidge farm candy sticks. My favorite was root beer. Or he'd bring left over K-rations or face camoflauge sticks and we'd play soldier with our neighborhood, mostly civilian, friends. I'd run to the door and almost always get smacked on the forehead by his shiny brass or black belt buckle.
    But this was different. I didn't understand exactly how and definitely not why. But I knew there would be no candy, no smack on the forehead that meant Dad was home. And foerever more no hug at the door. It is 38 father's days now without that hug. That just hapens to be the number of years Dad was alive. I haven't had anywhere to send Father's day cards except to The Wall. I feel closer to him there than his gravesite. I haven't held Father's day celebrations but instead commemorations. My wife will tell you I celebrate and commemorate my father every day. Not to my eyes but that's a different story. That damn sidewalk. I sitll go see it when I am back in town.
    I have had to make that long walk to someone else's house, someone else's kids two times now. But never again.
    And now that this war has hit 2,500 dead. Please, somebody build their children a monument, their own "wall". Give them Somewhere to share, to feel close, to connect, to try to heal. You'll never completely heal. You'll just stop bleeding yourself, for most of the year.
  • The loss of one I never knew...

    Posted on 10/11/04 - by Mary Alice Barger Musica17@aol.com
    This man was my grandfather, and now I will never get a chance to know him. However, being able to see his name up on that wall makes me proud. I am proud to be the granddaughter of a man I never had the chance to know, but recognize his greatness nonetheless.

    Posted on 7/9/04 - by Chris Spencer cws71354@bellsouth.net
    It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die
  • If I should die...remembrances for LTCOL. Ferdinand Ora "The Bull" BARGER, JR, USA...a hero!!!!!!!!!

    Posted on 12/5/02
    If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep..for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.
  • A son spends his life remembering

    Posted on 5/28/02 - by Stephen Barger
    Another 38 year old infantry LTC Barger.
    I visited the wall on 4 September 1999 as a major in the 6th Ranger Training Battalion after learning I would finally pin on the silver oak leaves that came back with my dad's body.
    "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother."
    The "LT" in the vehicle with my Dad when he was ambushed brought him home to us. Thank you for sparing us the anguish of being an MIA family.
  • Not Forgotten

    Posted on 5/27/02 - by "
    I am from Bakersfield. I did not serve under you. I was in a different Unit, but I have seen your sacrifice. God Bless You and your family.

    173rd (1966-67)

The Wall of Faces

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