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Arthur Rambo Memorial Bridge dedication set for May 25

Arthur Rambo Memorial Bridge dedication set for May 25

Yahoo25-04-2025
Apr. 25—The formal dedication of the Arthur J. Rambo Memorial Bridge will be held on Memorial
Day weekend in Libby.
The dedication ceremony will be held at 1 p.m. Sunday, May 25, at Riverfront Park.
According to Rambo's sister, Patty, who still lives in Libby, the memorial plaque will be installed in view of the bridge. The public, near and far, is invited to join in for the dedication ceremony. The Rambo family extends a special invitation to the students who have been awarded the Arthur J. Rambo Memorial Scholarship over the past 56 years.
Earlier this year, on Jan. 16, the first bill of the 69th session of the Montana Legislature, Senate Bill 59, was signed into law by Gov. Greg Gianforte in the State Capitol Building in Helena.
Senate Bill 59 was introduced by Sen. Mike Cuffe, the representative of Lincoln County.
Senate Bill 59 declared, and was made into law, that the bridge spanning the Kootenai River on Highway 37 in Libby be named and dedicated to honor Staff Sgt. Arthur J Rambo, a Libby native who was killed in Vietnam on Thanksgiving Day 1969. Rambo was returned home and buried the day before his 25th birthday.
He was posthumously awarded the Silver Star, the Bronze Star, a Purple Heart and the Vietnamese Presidential Citation for his actions in the mortar attack that his unit came under that day.
Besides his immediate family, extended family and many friends, he left behind his wife Helen Ryan Rambo and his two daughters Kerry and Amy, both under the age of two when their father was killed in action.
For more information, please contact Patty Rambo at (406) 293-4306.
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