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.

Mary Frye – 1932

Army Sgt. Bruce F. Anello, 20, son of Joseph W. Anello, of 384 Dawson st., in the East Falls section.
Sgt. Anello, a graduate of the Army's "instant NCO" school for noncommissioned officers, was drafted last May and arrived in Vietnam in October.
A Philadelphia native who graduated from Milton Hershey School, Hershey, in June, 1965, he died as the result of wounds suffered during a firefight while in a night defensive perimeter position.
A Philadelphia Electric Co. employe before he was drafted, he is survived - besides his father - by three brothers, Allen J., Donald W. and William.

Photo taken from the Philadelphia Daily News of October 26, 1987. The special supplement entitled, 'SIX HUNDRED AND THIRTY,' was published in conjunction with the dedication of the Philadelphia Viet Nam Memorial.

Bruce F Anello
W.Willard Street, Nicetown

Buddy Anello was a combat-seasoned team leader with Company D of the 1st Battalion, 6th Infantry, 1st Infantry Division, but he was a poet first and foremost. The 1965 graduate of Milton Hershey School in Hershey, Pennsylvania, was interested in wrestling and music, and after graduation worked for a year with Philadelphia Electric Company. Anello was drafted in October 1966 and sent to Vietnam. He wrote home often, and his bittersweet poetry and prose reflected his deep feelings about the war: He wrote a long poem during the 1967 Christmas truce which included the lines:

I gaze on glistening spider webs that decorate my tree.
And instead of balls and blinking lights, scars from bombs are what I see.

Anello went on R&R in Taiwan in early 1968, later confiding to a friend about three identical dreams he experienced during the three nights he vacationed there. In the dream, Buddy said, he was walking up a long hill, the friend recalled. There was thick elephant grass. I was trying to walk out of Vietnam, Buddy said. I kept walking and I couldn’t get out. I knew I’d be in Vietnam the rest of my life. The 20 year old sergeant died in a firelight with a Viet Cong unit near Hoi An, Quang Nam Province, on May 31, 1968. He was posthumously awarded the Silver Star. Survivors included his father and three brothers.
... from The Philadelphia Daily News