THE WALL OF FACES

As a boy growing up in Carol City, I remember meeting his brother David at school, and being told that he had lost his Brother in Vietnam. I remember that our school had his framed picture in a glass case. I remember the somber feeling that I had just imagining losing a family member to a war thousands of miles away. As an old man, I contemplate the enormous loss suffered by Family, Friends and our Country. Words can never really describe the gratitude that I, like all the others here, have conveyed for Mark’s ultimate sacrifice.

Mark was the toughest but nicest person while a fullback in high school and a Marine at Parris Island.I wasn't with him when he died but I'm sure he was a badass to the end. T.Kelly ser#2360330

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...

Semper Fi, Marine.

We can never truly repay the debt we owe our fallen heroes. Without people like you our great nation wouldn't exist. Rest in peace PFC. Anderson, Semper Fidelis!