The Wall of Faces

Advanced search +

ROBERT SCOTT BYRNES


is honored on Panel 38E, Line 46 of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

Previous Next See all photos (77) SUBMIT PHOTOS
Leave a Remembrance

REMEMBRANCES

  • Remembering

    Posted on 6/24/18 - by HELEN HANSEN
    I remember your blond hair and big smile as you jot past my house on Foster Way, Sometimes you stopped and we chatted a bit. I was 3 years older than you, but I still thought you were such a cutie. I don't remember how I found out about what happened to you in Vietnam, but I never forgot you and never will. I will continue to remember you in my prayers and will see you again some day. Lovingly, Helen

    MORE
  • .

    Posted on 6/22/18 - by Bob Jones
    1LT...Byrnes I thank you with my unending recognition of your service and ultimate sacrifice... May God Rest Your Soul
  • LT Byrnes 196 th.LIB

    Posted on 6/22/18 - by Dennis Barstow
    I am lost for words for LT Byrnes so sorry SIR
    I just got back and I was told the very bad and saw news about LT Byrnes it was February 15 1968 a very long day. REST IN PEACE God got your Back LT Byrnes will never be forgotten you I am so lost for words SIR.
    MORE
  • 1Lt .Byrnes a fine, officer and gentleman

    Posted on 6/21/18 - by Ted Coatney -FELLOW 196TH
    1Lt. Byrnes
    Unselfishly, you left your father and your mother You left behind your brother. You put on hold your dreams, your live On foreign soil, you found yourself planted To fight for those whose freedom you granted. Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost But you carried onward, no matter the cost. Many horrors you had endured and seen. Many faces had haunted your dreams. You cheered as your enemies littered the ground You cried as your brothers fell all around. When it was over, you all came back home, Some were left with memories to face all alone Some found themselves in the company of friends As their crosses cast shadows across the land. Those who survived were forever scarred Emotionally, physically, permanently marred. Those who did not, now sleep eternally Beneath the ground they had given their lives to keep us free. With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect my reverence is revealed In the tears that now stream down my upturned face As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace. Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid. Every day, I give my utmost admiration To those who had fought to defend our nation.
    MORE
  • The Magic Horse

    Posted on 6/21/18 - by Karen M (Byrnes) Fuoco DOLKAT25@AOL.CO
    While searching through genealogy in The Byrnes name. I came across Bob Byrnes, Saddened by what I saw I wrote to his website, and came upon his brother. I shared with him my sorrow, and the irony of losing a member in our Byrnes family here in Massachusetts. He was my cousin James P. Hickey. Son Of Carol R. (Byrnes) Hickey. K.I A. 5/27/69. The very same name as Bob's brother. Two brave soldiers, sharing the same name & perhaps the same heritage. I leave these words with you. Hope they bring some comfort. Written for my cousin on the day we bid good-by to him. It reflects the thoughts of all who still feel the loss throughout these many years. To all of our brave soldiers All Give Some, Some Give All, And Some Give More Than Most Welcome Home Brave soldier. Karen M (Byrnes) Fuoco The Magic Horse Written By Philip G.Byrnes, Uncle to James P. Hickey This Poem was written by Jim's Uncle Philip G. Byrnes On the day before Jim was buried. It was recited from the Pulpit on the day of his Burial. As a family we are very proud of these heartfelt words. They express the Love,sorrow and pain we all felt on that very sad day 39 years ago. The Magic Horse When he was just a boy He had a magic horse No on else could see, But it was there, of course. He'd gallop off at night And tie it to his bed, He knew it would stand guard So nothing he must dread. Years have ways of passing And so do Childhood dreams As boys to manhoodgrow overnight it seems Leaving those he loves the most Leaving his magic horse Now he goes to search out From life, its very force. He must be a Marine. Though it may bring him harm Fate will cross his path In the Province of Quang Nam. Now speaks a gentle voice "Jim, we mustn't tarry For I have come this night to take you home to Mary." "But Father I am so young I do not understand." "He knows, He knows, my son. He bade me take your hand. He took me to you know. And I cried out in pain. To ask my Father why By men I must be slain. He sacrificed His son that men might learn to care, He led me to my home, And I must take you there. He will not let you hurt As I did from the cross Dear Jim, I'll lead you home Upon your Magic horse. Karen: If your anything like I am, even after 39 years, your crying your eyes out right now. I would love it if Uncle Phil to have this published, to honor the Man who wrote it , and the Man it was written for. It was written in 1969, Christine (Hickey) Silcox, Only surviving sister to James Philip Hickey In Honor of her Brother from a Loving Uncle God Bless,and Keep you Bob. Karen M. (Byrnes) Fuoco



    MORE
1 2 3 4 5 ... 328

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.