THE WALL OF FACES

Then S/Sgt. Anderson was our Drill Instructor for Platoon 267 in 1965 at MCRD San Diego.

Jack I was the gunner on your tank when God called. The loader and I were both wounded. I am know 75 years old. I was 18years old at the time and remember you as a damn good Marine and leader.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

As long as you are remembered you will never truly die....

Thank you for your service and your sacrifice. Thank you for stepping up and answering your country's call. Rest easy knowing you will never be forgotten.

Remembering the times when your were on leave,and you would come home to Montana to visit family. we always had time to go out shooting at the local gravel pit. even though you were ten years older than me we had a great relationship. Mom would always talk about how she loved her baby brother. I was in the Army at Ft Bliss Texas when Mom called and said that you had been killed in combat in Vietnam
I cried like a baby for awhile
. semper Fi to a great Marine