THE WALL OF FACES

My husband, Gregory A Bartmess (deceased) regarded Ernie as his best friend. They both served together as altar boys at St John's in Inglewood, CA. I occasionally attended mass with my grandmother and saw Ernie helping to raise Greg up from a kneeling position, because Greg was holding a huge and heavy open book and needed the help. I didn't realize until many years later that this was my future husband and his friend Ernie, but I remember witnessing this, to this day.

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POSTED ON 8.11.2023

POSTED BY: john fabris

honoring you....

War drew us from our homeland
In the sunlit springtime of our youth.
Those who did not come back alive remain
in perpetual springtime -- forever young --
And a part of them is with us always.

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POSTED ON 5.15.2022

POSTED BY: Joe DuPuis

My Friend

Ernie it has been so many years since we were together at St. John’s. Our fathers were good friends and as a result we became friends and spent a lot of time together. You went to Mt. Carmel HS and I went to Serra HS. We’d meet up at football or basketball games and catch up. I remember getting a call from Elaine Vossen telling me about your death and at your services we cried the entire time. We couldn’t believe it was true. It’s still hard to believe all these years later. I miss you my friend, more than I can convey.

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POSTED ON 5.18.2021

POSTED BY: Lucy Micik

Thank You

Dear PFC Ernest Pinamonti, Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. I researched you on your 52nd anniversary, sad. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Memorial Day is soon. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

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POSTED ON 5.18.2016

POSTED BY: Janice Bartmess

I Never Met You, But I Feel As If I Did..

Ernie, I never got the chance to meet you, but I feel as if I did, by the stories my husband Gregory Bartmess has told me. You were a good friend to Greg, and we all know how important friendship is to young people. You were a true friend, and an adventurous young man, from what i am told, and quite a lover of the outdoors. When our daughter, Jennifer, and I went back to Washington, D.C. I made it a point to go and see the Vietnam Memorial Wall. I touched your name, graven in stone, and started to cry. Now, Jennifer is also buried at Holy Cross in Los Angeles. Like you, taken too young. She was only 16 years old. A parent never gets over the loss of a child, and I know how much your family must have grieved when you died. My heart goes out to all of them.

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