THE WALL OF FACES

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 die...

DEAR WARRANT OFFICER ANDERSON,
THANKS FOR BEING AN ATTACK HELICOPTER PILOT WITH THE 1ST CAVALRY. SOMEONE I KNEW WAS 1ST CAV, AND DIED IN PHUOC LONG. I HOPE YOU GREETED MIKE WHEN HE GOT TO HEAVEN. TODAY IS LABOR DAY - WHAT BETTER DAY TO THANK THOSE OF YOU WHO MADE CELEBRATING POSSIBLE - REST IN PEACE.

Dear WO John Ernest Anderson, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter

John is buried at Pine Hill Cemetery, Columbus,GA.

Once a cavalier came calling,
so handsome and dashing was he!
Yes, the spring held so much promise
for all that might possibly be.

Summer brought plans for the future
amid dangers across the sea.
Then, one day the ground exploded
and all died that seemed sure to be.

A step on the moon for mankind
gave the nation cause for much glee,
while the Army forwarded news
of the man we’d not again see.

Many years have passed since that day
when news of the worst came to me,
of my cavalier so dashing
whose ambitions never would be.

Now, on the gold leaves of autumn
is etched deep the warm memory,
of twinkling blue eyes and bright smile,
and the brief time he spent with me.

We all remember his spirit
and like to think of what might be,
if our cavalier had come home
with his charm and joie de la vie!