JAMES H ADAMS
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HONORED ON PANEL 27W, LINE 43 OF THE WALL

JAMES HENRY ADAMS

WALL NAME

JAMES H ADAMS

PANEL / LINE

27W/43

DATE OF BIRTH

09/04/1948

CASUALTY PROVINCE

THUA THIEN

DATE OF CASUALTY

04/09/1969

HOME OF RECORD

WHITEHOUSE

COUNTY OF RECORD

Johnson County

STATE

KY

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PFC

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR JAMES HENRY ADAMS
POSTED ON 4.9.2019

Thank you!

Thanks to whomever left a message on here today. This day marks 50 years since my Uncle Jim ‘s death. Always in our hearts and never be forgotten.
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POSTED ON 4.9.2019
POSTED BY: A Grateful Vietnam Veteran

Thank You

Thank you PFC Adams for your courage while serving as a Combat Engineer.
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POSTED ON 9.4.2017
POSTED BY: Dennis Wriston

I'm proud of our Vietnam Veterans

Private First Class James Henry Adams, Served with Company A, 14th Engineer Battalion, 45th Engineer Group, 18th Engineer Brigade, United States Army Vietnam Engineer Command, United States Army Vietnam.
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POSTED ON 7.20.2016
POSTED BY: Lucy Conte Micik

Remembered

DEAR PFC ADAMS,
THANK YOUR FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A COMBAT ENGINEER. REST IN PEACE.
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POSTED ON 5.25.2016
POSTED BY: Cassandra Kaye Burchett

You will never be forgotten...

On this day in 2012 I woke early because it was going to be a beautiful day and I was biking (the old school no motor type) from Silver Spring, Maryland to the Vietnam Memorial to get a rubbing of the name James H Adams for Mom. I thought about the time the moving monument came to Cartersville and we went. I thought about my upcoming move back to KY. And as always I thought about my baby brother who would soon be graduating from high school at Johnson Central. I had forgotten about Rolling Thunder and the sheer volume of bikes and people at the mall surprised me. On jelly legs I half heartedly chained my bike (to nothing I would later discover). I walked on and found a place to cross the street. I waited my turn and repeated "27W, 43" in my head a million or so times. My turn finally came and I asked the kind, tiny old man who was volunteering nearest to me for supplies. As I turned back to The Wall it struck me how many names there were. How many little brothers, big brothers, husbands and sons had died... And as I rubbed that pencil over Jim's name I fought tears. I obviously never knew him but that was as close to him as I would ever get. That was my Nanny's baby brother... If all Robbie was to future generations of our family was a name on a wall... I just can't even... I handed the pencil back to a volunteer with tears on my face, trying hard to get the paper in my backpack without staining it with tears. All the while the roar of motorcycles filled the air.

This is not just a three day weekend... It is a day to remember the sacrifices given for our freedoms.

Jim, you were loved dearly and will be remembered with honor as long as I draw breath.

Sincerely,

Maudie's Cassie
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