Ginart, Donald Francis, 1st Lt

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Last Rank
First Lieutenant
Last Primary AFSC/MOS
Last AFSC Group
Primary Unit
1969-1969, 35th Tactical Fighter Wing
Service Years
1966 - 1969
Officer Collar Insignia
First Lieutenant

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Casualty Info
Home Town
New Orleans, LA
Last Address
Phan Rang AB

Casualty Date
Jun 03, 1969
Hostile, Died
Air Loss, Crash - Land
Vietnam, South (Vietnam)
Vietnam War
Location of Interment
Metairie Cemetery - New Orleans, Louisiana
Wall/Plot Coordinates
23W 052

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 Unit Assignments/ Advancement Schools
Department of Defense (DOD)614th Tactical Fighter Squadron - Lucky Devils35th Tactical Fighter Wing
  1962-1966, Department of the Air Force, Pentagon
  1968-1969, 614th Tactical Fighter Squadron - Lucky Devils
  1969-1969, 35th Tactical Fighter Wing
 Combat and Non-Combat Operations
  1969-1969 Vietnam War
 Colleges Attended 
Louisiana State University at Baton Rouge
  1962-1964, Louisiana State University at Baton Rouge
 My Aircraft/Missiles
F-100 Super Sabre  
  1968-1969, F-100 Super Sabre
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Last Known Activity
On 03 June 1969 1st Lt Donald F. Ginart of the 614th Tactical Fighter Squadron, 35th TFW at Phan Rang, flew F-100D tail number 55-3790 on a close air support mission about 10 miles southwest of Quan Long in the extreme southern tip of South Vietnam. During his second strafing pass against VC structures his aircraft was hit by antiaircraft fire and crashed. Lt Ginart's body was recovered by an Army team.

7 Sep 2003

"The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will most likely be no ticker-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honor ... But that does not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our encouragement, who will need our unique talents ... Someone who will live a happier life because we took the time to share what we had to give. Too often we under-estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. It's overwhelming to consider the continuous opportunities there are to make our love felt..."

- Leo Buscaglia -

Donnie and I were kids who grew up in the same neighborhood in New Orleans ... Donnie was a short little chubby guy - kind and generous with a great wit. I could go on but I won't at this point ... It was just ironic that five houses down from Donnie lived George Flynn, he too an Air Force pilot killed in Vietnam ... I lost contact with both individuals when we moved out of the neighborhood - but I didn't forget Flynn or Ginart...

Donald and I were buddies, sole mates. We met at the Air Force ROTC boot camp and immediately had an affinity for one another. He was a stereotypical heavy set, jovial young man with a great sense of humor.

Right from the beginning it seemed that we had so much in common, from our goals and aspirations, to our childhood sweethearts, who we each married.

After boot camp, we visited with one another at our respective campuses (his Louisiana State Univ., mine the Univ. of Alabama), with our wifes, and developed our friendship even further.

One of my fondest memories of Don was in boot camp where, at the end of the camp, we were required to put on an end of camp sketch. Don wrote and directed what I still consider to have been, the best, funniest skit of the camp. He made us all laugh in a situation that hardly lent itself to mirth, and I think he enhanced the respeot we all had for him.

There was one crucial difference between Don and myself, however, and this was the fact that he had natural 20/20 vision, while mine was only 20/40. That qualified him for pilot training, while disqualifying me. I remember having real mixed emotions about that at the time - I was concerned for him, because I knew where he would go and what he would be doing, but had my own eyes been 20/20, I would have done the same thing.

I don't even remember how I first heard that his plane had been shot down, but I was safely riding a desk job in Biloxi, Mississippi, while he was risking his life flying a bomber.

Over the years, I have often thought of Don and how his too young, snuffed out life, could have very well been my own destiny, had it not been for my imperfect eyestight. I often think, too, about his wife Barbara, who, I understand, was several months pregnant with their first child when it happened.

Barbara, if you ever read this, please drop me a line and let me know how you and your child are doing. I'd love to correspond with you. My email address is: Posted by: Earl W. (Buddy) Boatwright

Monday, May 31, 1999

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