HONORED ON PANEL 13W, LINE 56 OF THE WALL
RONALD STEPHEN BAY
WALL NAME
RONALD S BAY
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13W/56
DATE OF BIRTH
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DATE OF CASUALTY
HOME OF RECORD
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR RONALD STEPHEN BAY
POSTED ON 10.4.2022
POSTED BY: Jury Washington
Thank You For Your Valiant Service Sailor.
May those who served never be forgotten. Rest in peace EM3. Bay I salute your brave soul. My heart goes out to you and your family. Fair winds and following seas!
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POSTED ON 8.1.2021
POSTED BY: Mike Wholean
The brother I never knew.
Can’t thank you enough for your service and sacrifice. Although we never met what I’ve discovered is you were a great person and friend to all who knew you. My adoptive father served in the Navy in WWII and I applied to Annapolis out of high school. Rest In Peace.
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POSTED ON 5.11.2021
POSTED BY: john fabris
honoring you....
Thank you for your service to our country so long ago sir. The remembrances from your friend Albert Murse are very moving. As long as you are remembered you will always be with us....
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POSTED ON 6.3.2019
POSTED BY: James Conner
My Memories of Ron Bay
We met in high school,
Back in the day.
We played handball together,
At the YMCA.
We went fishing at San Carlos,
In Scotty's old Dodge truck.
As far as fishing went,
There was nothing but bad luck.
We would sometimes drive around,
In his 58 Chevrolet.
We went to the Winter Nationals,
At the old "Beeline Dragway."
I was in his wedding,
Before he left for Nam.
That would be the last time,
I would see my good friend Ron.
On his way home,
The chopper crashed.
When the news came,
Our hopes were dashed.
We dressed in our uniforms,
To carry him that day.
It was his final journey,
Our good friend, Ronald Bay.
Many decades have passed,
My memories are clear.
Often when I think of him,
Sometimes there is a tear.
Back in the day.
We played handball together,
At the YMCA.
We went fishing at San Carlos,
In Scotty's old Dodge truck.
As far as fishing went,
There was nothing but bad luck.
We would sometimes drive around,
In his 58 Chevrolet.
We went to the Winter Nationals,
At the old "Beeline Dragway."
I was in his wedding,
Before he left for Nam.
That would be the last time,
I would see my good friend Ron.
On his way home,
The chopper crashed.
When the news came,
Our hopes were dashed.
We dressed in our uniforms,
To carry him that day.
It was his final journey,
Our good friend, Ronald Bay.
Many decades have passed,
My memories are clear.
Often when I think of him,
Sometimes there is a tear.
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