3rd Psyop Bn Classroom DedicatedPosted on 8/2/11 - by Son MORE
We RememberPosted on 5/1/10 - by Robert Sage firstname.lastname@example.orgFerdinand is buried at Elmwood Cemetery in Columbia, SC. SS PH
LTC Barger the week prior to AmbushPosted on 4/29/10 MORE
Another Fathers Day Missing YouPosted on 6/19/07 - by Son - FerdinandI posted this on another "Wall" site years ago and it still holds just as true today.MORE
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 dayPosted on 6/16/06In 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.MORE
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.comThis 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.MORE
NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYERPosted on 7/9/04 - by Chris Spencer email@example.comIt 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 dieMORE
If I should die...remembrances for LTCOL. Ferdinand Ora "The Bull" BARGER, JR, USA...a hero!!!!!!!!!Posted on 12/5/02If 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.MORE
A son spends his life rememberingPosted on 5/28/02 - by Stephen BargerAnother 38 year old infantry LTC Barger.MORE
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 ForgottenPosted on 5/27/02 - by "Sir-MORE
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.
The Wall of Faces
Brought to you by the organization that built The Wall, the Vietnam Veterans Virtual Memorial Wall is dedicated to honoring, remembering and sharing the legacies of all those who died in the Vietnam War. Here you can go beyond the names on The Wall to see the faces, share the stories and read the remembrances posted by friends, neighbors, classmates and family members.
All of these photos will be showcased in The Education Center at The Wall on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. To learn more about the effort to collect these photos and ensure their faces will never be forgotten, visit www.buildthecenter.org.