PFC Mark Albert Barnes
In memory of our fallen brother
few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he to-day that sheds
his blood with me shall be my brother"
35th Infantry Regiment
"Not For Fame or Reward
Not For Place or For Rank
But In Simple Obedience To
Duty as They Understood It"
The 35th Infantry Regiment Association salutes our fallen brother, PFC Mark Albert Barnes, who died in the service of his country on September 27th, 1968 in Quang Duc Province, Vietnam. The cause of death was listed as Small Arms/AW. At the time of his death Mark was 21 years of age. He was from Wyandanch, New York. Mark is honored on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial at Panel 42W, Line 26.
The decorations earned by PFC Mark Albert Barnes include: the Combat Infantryman Badge, the Bronze Star with V, the Purple Heart, the National Defense Service Medal, the Vietnam Service Medal, the Vietnam Campaign Medal and the Vietnam Cross of Gallantry with Palm Unit Citation.
Buried in Long Island National Cemetery,Section 2B, Site 1922
(the following supplied my Mark's then wife Mabel Adams)
Mark Albert Barnes was born on January 18, 1947, the only son of Fred and Eveyln Barnes. I did not meet him until the 11th grade……..we were both 15 years old. Mark was extremely active in sports even as a young child. He was on a Little League baseball team that went to Puerto Rico and various other places as they played so well. Mark was also active in the Cub Scouts.
In High School he was one of the major basketball players; in fact, Mark use to give future NY Met Ed Crainpool tips. I was a cheerleader also; our High School days were just like in the movies……..
He attended Nathaniel Hawthorne College and worked there in New Hampshire while going to school. Mark was a very good person with a great deal of CHARACTER and he planned to take us back to New Hampshire when he got out of the service, finish his degree, and send me to school there also. He wanted us to live there.
He was a very respectful person to his parents and everyone was impressed with his character. I don’t know what more to say. His life was cut so short. We were extremely close and you could not ask for a better husband, friend, or son.
When the funeral took place the town had to hire police to direct the traffic; there were so many cars and people came in droves. The police even asked—who was this man? He is buried in Pine-Lawn Cemetery. Wyandanch, NY.
His father passed away not too long after Mark died………..he never got over it. His mother is still living in Florida somewhere.
We were married July 1, 1967. He died September 27, 1968; our son was born November 14, 1968. He was a wonderful human being and person; I have yet to meet anyone that can even come close to his character and kindness. I want to thank you for all you are doing.