DONALD F GINART
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HONORED ON PANEL 23W, LINE 52 OF THE WALL

DONALD FRANCIS GINART

WALL NAME

DONALD F GINART

PANEL / LINE

23W/52

DATE OF BIRTH

02/19/1944

CASUALTY PROVINCE

AM XUGEN

DATE OF CASUALTY

06/03/1969

HOME OF RECORD

NEW ORLEANS

COUNTY OF RECORD

Orleans Parish

STATE

LA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

AIR FORCE

RANK

1LT

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REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR DONALD FRANCIS GINART
POSTED ON 5.31.1999
POSTED BY: Earl W. (Buddy) Boatwright

My buddy.........

Donald and I were buddies, sole mates. We met at the Air Force ROTC boot camp and immediately had an affinity for one another. He was a stereotypical heavy set, jovial young man with a great sense of humor.

Right from the beginning it seemed that we had so much in common, from our goals and aspirations, to our childhood sweethearts, who we each married.

After boot camp, we visited with one another at our respective campuses (his Louisiana State Univ., mine the Univ. of Alabama), with our wifes, and developed our friendship even further.

One of my fondest memories of Don was in boot camp where, at the end of the camp, we were required to put on an end of camp sketch. Don wrote and directed what I still consider to have been, the best, funniest skit of the camp. He made us all laugh in a situation that hardly lent itself to mirth, and I think he enhanced the respeot we all had for him.

There was one crucial difference between Don and myself, however, and this was the fact that he had natural 20/20 vision, while mine was only 20/40. That qualified him for pilot training, while disqualifying me. I remember having real mixed emotions about that at the time - I was concerned for him, because I knew where he would go and what he would be doing, but had my own eyes been 20/20, I would have done the same thing.

I don't even remember how I first heard that his plane had been shot down, but I was safely riding a desk job in Biloxi, Mississippi, while he was risking his life flying a bomber.

Over the years, I have often thought of Don and how his too young, snuffed out life, could have very well been my own destiny, had it not been for my imperfect eyestight. I often think, too, about his wife Barbara, who, I understand, was several months pregnant with their first child when it happened.

Barbara, if you ever read this, please drop me a line and let me know how you and your child are doing. I'd love to correspond with you. My email address is: [email protected].
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