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 sunlight 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.

Dear Lcpl Russell Corbin,
Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. It is so important for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

I knew him as BUDDY a nickname he had picked up he went to school in ADAMS tn and I went to CEDAR HILL school just a few miles down the road.BUDDY played baseball for ADAMS I played for CEDAR HILL he was the pitcher and at 12 he was around 6 ft a sidearmed thrower and you could bet two or three would be hit by BUDDYs fastball and I got plucked many times.We played against each other for two years best I can remember and then high school, I was working and living in INDIANAPOLIS when I got word from back home that BUDDY had been killed in VIETNAM and I thought about those days of playing ball against each other and I said a prayer for BUDDY and his family,I pass that baseball field sometimes and I see the kids playing as we did so many years ago and if I look long enough I can still see BUDDY winding up to throw one and something tells me he is still pitching in heaven, may he RIP.

Buddy was a special cousin to me. We spent many hours playing together in our younger years. I have often wondered what life would be like with him still in it. He was one of the best.

Thoughts of you have been ever present since your untimely passing. This old world is a little less nice without you in it old 4-H Buddy. You are a great example and I thank you for your sacrifice!