THE WALL OF FACES

Greg was a great guy and always friendly and smiling and never in a bad mood..rip, brother in arms..he was in my platoon

Dear SP4 Gregory Douglas Cornett, 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

Gregory is buried at Howard Cemetery in Putney,KY. BSM AM ARCOM PH

Greg was my cousin but I never got to know him because he died serving his country when I was only four years old. I have no vivid memories of him, only the ones that my parents have shared with me over the years. Sadly, my only memory that I can recall is the day that after missing in action he was found and funeral arrangements were being made. I remember that day vagely, I remember that it was hot and because of the heat they had to close the casket. I remember walking up a hill and the gun salute and his mother being handed the American Flag while weeping from her loss. That is all that I remember. My mother recalls his last night before leaving for vietnam. He told her not to worry about him, he was a "little, stout fellow" she adds and he told her that would be to his advantage and he could stay out of harms way. They tell me that he was a kind and caring person. Tomorrow is Memorial Day, and I just wanted someone to remember this young man who's life was cut short serving this great country so that you and I can enjoy the freedom we have today. I am sorry that I didn't get to know Greg, but someday I will when this life is over for me, we will get to know each other someday, in Heaven.

All my Love
Gail

Greg was a childhood friend. One day, when I was about 7 years old, I was in my front yard playing in the Fairview section of Harlan. Gregory was passing by in the street. He was also about 7. He and I got into an argument, and were calling each other all kinds of names. I wasn't permitted outside of my yard, and he couldn't come into it. We kept making idle threats to each other, after all we were kids. Along came an older boy, "Duckie" Moore. Duckie gave us a dime, and told us to quit arguing, and to go share something at Mr. Cupp's grocery store. We went down there, our arms around each others' shoulders. <p> Greg and I were inseparable for a number of years, til he moved to Putney, and we both entered high school in Harlan, during which we hardly spoke to each other. We had gone our separate ways. But, earlier, when we were friends, we did everything together: sledded, made go-carts, went camping. Nobody in the neighborhood could beat our go-cart. We rode downhill, and passed everyone, even when we gave them headstarts. I relish my childhood memories of Greg. I named my son, born in 1984, for him.

Jack C. Freeman