The Story of Jessica Bayliss Brown I   had   spent   a   few   years   living   within   50   miles   of   the   crash   site   for   a   few   years   before my   first   visit.   I   went   by   myself   on   a   sunny   May   6. As   I   drove   to   Walkersville,   Maryland, I   was   overwhelmed   by   various   emotions.   My   entire   life   had   been   changed   by   the events   that   happened   over   that   very   town   over   20   years   ago.   I   was   about   to   turn   two when   my   father,   Captain   Thomas   Edward   Bayliss,   died   at   age   30   on   ARIA   328.   My brother   was   two   months   old,   born   three   months   premature.   My   mother   and   brother had   both   been   invited   on   the   trip   but   my   mother   didn’t   want   to   leave   me   at   home.   My father   loved   to   write,   and   paint,   and   I   looked   so   much   like   him.   I   try   to   understand   how this one single event has shaped me into becoming the person that I am today. I   drove   silently   along   the   road   leading   up   to   the   park,   past   the   houses,   wondering   who was   there,   wondering   if   this   event   had   changed   any   of   their   lives.   If   they   had   seen something   or   had   been   horrified   by   the   news;   or   had   just   heard   the   sirens   in   the   back ground   as   they   went   about   their   lives.   Heritage   Farm   Park   was   empty   and   silent.   I looked   to   the   sky,   I   looked   to   the   tree   line,   I   reached   down   and   touched   the   earth.   I walked to the edge of the field, sat in the grass, and felt so close to my father. I   had   been   to   the   memorial   in   Dayton,   walked   among   the   trees,   felt   the   letters   of   my father’s   name   under   my   finger.   But   being   in   Walkersville,   the   actual   site   of   the   crash, felt   real.   The   events   of   that   day   were   real   and   the   effect   it   has   had   on   many,   many lives   are   all   very   real.   My   life   will   never   be   the   same,   the   sadness   lives   on,   but   life   is   a fleeting   journey   and   in   the   end,   just   as   they   did   on   ARIA   328,   all   we   have   is   each other.
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The Story of Jessica Bayliss Brown I   had   spent   a   few   years   living   within   50   miles   of   the crash   site   for   a   few   years   before   my   first   visit.   I   went   by myself   on   a   sunny   May   6.   As   I   drove   to   Walkersville, Maryland,   I   was   overwhelmed   by   various   emotions.   My entire    life    had    been    changed    by    the    events    that happened   over   that   very   town   over   20   years   ago.   I   was about    to    turn    two    when    my    father,    Captain    Thomas Edward    Bayliss,    died    at    age    30    on    ARIA    328.    My brother    was    two    months    old,    born    three    months premature.    My    mother    and    brother    had    both    been invited   on   the   trip   but   my   mother   didn’t   want   to   leave   me at    home.    My    father    loved    to    write,    and    paint,    and    I looked   so   much   like   him.   I   try   to   understand   how   this one    single    event    has    shaped    me    into    becoming    the person that I am today. I   drove   silently   along   the   road   leading   up   to   the   park, past   the   houses,   wondering   who   was   there,   wondering if   this   event   had   changed   any   of   their   lives.   If   they   had seen   something   or   had   been   horrified   by   the   news;   or had   just   heard   the   sirens   in   the   back   ground   as   they went   about   their   lives.   Heritage   Farm   Park   was   empty and   silent.   I   looked   to   the   sky,   I   looked   to   the   tree   line,   I reached   down   and   touched   the   earth.   I   walked   to   the edge   of   the   field,   sat   in   the   grass,   and   felt   so   close   to my father. I   had   been   to   the   memorial   in   Dayton,   walked   among the   trees,   felt   the   letters   of   my   father’s   name   under   my finger.   But   being   in   Walkersville,   the   actual   site   of   the crash,   felt   real. The   events   of   that   day   were   real   and   the effect   it   has   had   on   many,   many   lives   are   all   very   real. My   life   will   never   be   the   same,   the   sadness   lives   on,   but life   is   a   fleeting   journey   and   in   the   end,   just   as   they   did on ARIA 328, all we have is each other.
Aircraft 61-0328 Memorial
 ARIAMemorial.com Copyright © 2001-2017 Randy L. Losey All other works Copyright © by their perspective owners
Advanced Range Instrumentation
     United States Air Force