I have looked at your grave for 32 years And I've always wondered if you had any fears. Sometimes I ask myself, what could have gone wrong That day you perished fighting the Cong. The years have rolled by and sometimes I'm sad I always pray for you, along with my Dad. Your life had ended in such terrible haste But your soul must know, it was not a waste It seems you don't have visitors to tend to your plot But don't worry, young Barry, I will tend to your spot. When my grandfather was buried near you, my father pointed out your grave to me when I was just a young boy. That was in 1970, and of course I didn't realize at the time that my father would someday be your neighbor too. I visit him regularly and I always bring 2 flags, one for him and one for you. RIP dude.

 

A memorial from a patriot, Daniel Tullmann dtullmann@prodigy.net  14 Mar 2002

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