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.

As long as you are remembered you will always be with us.

Specialist Four Ronald Michael Antwine, Served with Company A, 2nd Battalion, 14th Infantry Regiment, 25th Infantry Division, United States Army Vietnam.

Our nation owes a debt to it's fallen heroes that we can never fully repay.

Ron was one great guy that everybody loved. Ron was one of my best friends and I still think of him offten. He always had a smile and was a joy to be arrownd. His sister was good about sending tapes with good music. I will miss him for ever

He was new to the Platoon, one of my riflemen. We were ambushed by three NVA soldiers and we could one duck. A ricochet hit Ron in the face. He did not have a chance. I lead a platoon for nine months and Ron was the only one I lost and I will always feel guilty for his lost.