HONORED ON PANEL 2W, LINE 42 OF THE WALL
ROBERT JAMESON BARTON
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ROBERT J BARTON
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2W/42
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LEFT FOR ROBERT JAMESON BARTON
POSTED ON 8.15.2011
POSTED BY: David M. Henson D-1938
A fellow Gator, sky diver and friend.
Jamie was one of my sky diving students at the University of Florida and a close friend. We traveled all over Florida drop zones to make jumps. He made a water jump with me into 'Aligator lake' for my D license. I asked him if there was a reason they called it that name and he said 'don't worry about it we will probably drown anyway'.Before he deployed to Vietnam he came to me to let me hold on to his sky diving rig (a ParaCommander)while he was In Country. I had never jumped a PC so we swaped rigs and made a 30 sec. free fall together. That was April 17,1971 my 297th jump, I never saw him again after that day however his parents kept me informed of how he was doing as a Helo pilot. He would send them slide shows. I was told he was killed in a crash while trying to fly a Helo inland from a on coming storm. I miss him just about everyday especially at the DZ. My first son is named Robert after Robert 'Jamie' Barton.
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POSTED ON 1.2.2009
POSTED BY: Howard Freedman
always remembered
as long as aerson is remembered they continue to exist in heart and mind From a high school friend
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POSTED ON 5.21.2008
POSTED BY: Robert Sage
We Remember
Robert is buried at Miami Memorial Park, Miami, FL.
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POSTED ON 11.19.2005
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
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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