HONORED ON PANEL 1W, LINE 102 OF THE WALL
BARTON SCOTT WADE
WALL NAME
BARTON S WADE
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1W/102
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DATE OF CASUALTY
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REMEMBRANCES
LEFT FOR BARTON SCOTT WADE
POSTED ON 5.17.2013
POSTED BY: Mersida Muratovic & Michelle Brown (NPRC) - dlh
Just a Herkimer High School Pal
Photo Date - May 12, 1965
So sad and so close to the end. Well ole buddy. You almost made it through. Every once in a while I go to my old High School year book(1956),look at your photo, read the lines you wrote and touch your signature then wipe a small tear away. Know your back home now and not to far away from me at the moment. I'll be up to see ya soon good buddy. Rest in peace Bart. Be seeing ya soon. Put one on ice for me.
Donald Tallman - May 30, 2000
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POSTED ON 5.17.2013
POSTED BY: Mersida Muratovic & Michelle Brown (NPRC) - dlh
NEVER FORGOTTEN
POSTED ON 7.21.2007
POSTED BY: Dave Avery
On Silver Wings
POSTED ON 8.3.2005
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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POSTED ON 10.22.2004
If I should die...remembrances for CDR. Barton Scott WADE,USN...who died so we may remain free!!!!!!
If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hands to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I,perchance, may therein comfort you.
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