ANTONIO G YESCAS
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HONORED ON PANEL 14E, LINE 68 OF THE WALL

ANTONIO GILBERTO YESCAS

WALL NAME

ANTONIO G YESCAS

PANEL / LINE

14E/68

DATE OF BIRTH

06/17/1945

CASUALTY PROVINCE

LONG KHANH

DATE OF CASUALTY

01/22/1967

HOME OF RECORD

PRESCOTT

COUNTY OF RECORD

Yavapai County

STATE

AZ

BRANCH OF SERVICE

ARMY

RANK

SP4

REMEMBRANCES

LEFT FOR ANTONIO GILBERTO YESCAS
POSTED ON 5.25.2014
POSTED BY: Max Cox

Remembering Tony Yescas

I was with Tony and Co, A,2nd. 39th, 9th Infantry Division on this sad occassion.. I always look his name up when ever I see any thing from Viet Nam.. RIP BROTHER. from another Viet Nam brother.
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POSTED ON 11.23.2013
POSTED BY: Curt Carter ccarter02@earthlink.net

Remembering An American Hero

Dear SP4 Antonio Gilberto Yescas, 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, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter
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POSTED ON 12.27.2008
POSTED BY: John Nixon

What a Ballplayer

Tony was older than I and played on my father's Babe Ruth team in Prescott. They were the Rotary. I helped as bat boy and looked up to the older boys. Tony was always nice and man, could he play baseball. We moved to Flagstaff in 1963 and when news of Tony's death came to us, my father was very sad as was all our family. My mother knew Tony's (both worked at the VA) mom (Carmen) and she was a wonderful lady. I still visit Tony's grave now and then and just remember him. He is not forgotten.
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POSTED ON 9.29.2006
POSTED BY: Pam Blake

I will never forget you. . .

Tony, I remember when we first met. You and Pete were at AWC together. You used to drop him off at Quartsite on Fridays, and I would pick him, and then you would pick him back up on Sundays.

Remember when Pete and I visited you in Prescott? I tried on a green coat in a store, and Pete wanted to buy it for me. I was hesitant because it was expensive, but you (in your funny way) talked me into letting him buy it.

Then, you both ended up in Kansas for basic training. The memory that is stamped in my mind is when I ran into you at the Denver airport in December '66. You were changing planes to head back to Kansas to ship out to VN. Pete and I had just gotten married in November, and I had flown from LA, and he from Kansas for a "goodbye." He had just left on his plane back to Kansas, and I was crying. And then I saw you. In no time, you had me laughing. You showed me a picture of your newborn son. You were so proud. You stayed with me until my plane left. My last words to you were "see you when you get back." You said (and I will never foget this), "I don't know if I will come back." Gave me the chills then, and then again when I received a letter from VN from Pete. He learned of your death in the Stars and Stripes and sent me the clip. I wrote to your wife, and we corresponded for a while. We learned they put a bust of you in the Prescott Library, so Pete and I went to see it years later.

It was several years later when Pete went to visit your parents. He took our kids with him. Your dad wasn't feeling well, but your mom got him up. He and Pete sat and drank a couple of shots and both cried. He said there was a large picture of you when you first walk into your parents' home.

Tony, you were so special to us. Yours was the supreme sacrifice. I am hoping we see your smiling face again when we leave this life.
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POSTED ON 6.29.2004
POSTED BY: Chris Spencer

NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die
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