BERNARD BARNES
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HONORED ON PANEL 3W, LINE 68 OF THE WALL

BERNARD BARNES

WALL NAME

BERNARD BARNES

PANEL / LINE

3W/68

DATE OF BIRTH

04/12/1951

CASUALTY PROVINCE

BIEN HOA

DATE OF CASUALTY

06/07/1971

HOME OF RECORD

COLUMBUS

STATE

GA

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

PVT

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR BERNARD BARNES
POSTED ON 11.18.2016
POSTED BY: Lucy Conte Micik

Remembered

DEAR PRIVATE BARNES,
I REALLY HOPE SOMEONE WILL PUT YOUR PHOTO HERE, BUT THIS WALL OF FACES NEEDS YOURS. THANKS FOR BEING A AMMUNITION SPECIALIST. WATCH OVER THE U.S.A., IT STILL NEEDS YOU. THANKSGIVING DAY IS APPROACHING, AND WE ARE THANKFUL FOR YOU. GOD BLESS YOU. MAY THE SAINTS AND ANGELS BE AT YOUR SIDE. REST IN PEACE....
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POSTED ON 6.6.2015
POSTED BY: Curt Carter [email protected]

Remembering An American Hero

Dear PVT Bernard Barnes, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 11.25.2013
POSTED BY: Robert Sage

We Remember

Bernard is buried at Fort Benning Post Cemetery.
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POSTED ON 2.18.2008
POSTED BY: Sherry Coleman

Thank You

We never met, but we shared a birthdate--April 12, 1951--so you are special to me. Thank you. You are not forgotten.
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POSTED ON 6.7.2005
POSTED BY: Bob Ross

Do not stand at my grave and weep

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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Frye – 1932

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