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

On the remembrance of your birthday, your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Forever 18.

HOOAH

Billy (Goose) you’ve been dead almost 52 years as of 3/11/20. I’ve thought about your death almost every day since and wonder what your life would of been like if you survived that conflict. I remember the recruiter telling you and me the day we enlisted about the hazards of a helicopter crew chief but it’s what you wanted and you went with it. I chose a safer route of quarter master supply and returned unscathed but truly regret not pursuing becoming an Army helicopter pilot. The day I read about your death from a Stars and Stripes newspaper at that point in my life was the most traumatic and sickening feeling I’ve ever had. Just so happens your death occurred on my mothers birthday to make the incident even more memorable if that was even possible for me. I remember my last conversation we had and I told you I had orders for Nam and you told me you were going to Germany. I don’t know if you were kidding with me about Germany or your orders were changed after we talked but 4 months later I’m reading about you being KIA in Vietnam 3/11/68. Of all the letters I received from home no one ever mentioned you we in Vietnam. I spoke to the surviving pilot of the crash and he told me you were a good crew chief and were killed out right without having to suffer and if not for the door gunner pulling him away from the burning wreck he would of died as well. Goose I hope some day we will be back together to talk about whats transpired over all these years and perhaps even have a laugh or two while reminiscing. Until we meet again I’ll continue to remember the good times we had while growing up together. Although your life was cut so short it’s not the length of time we had but the quality of time which matters. So long for now old friend Rest In Peace and know you will never be forgotten.

DEAR PFC ANDREWS,
THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A HUEY - UH-1 HELICOPTER REPAIRER. REST IN PEACE.

Billy, I miss you everyday!