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.

You were a best buddy of my husband's so very long ago. But to this very day he suffers such guilt because you went to Nam and he did not. He cannot forgive himself because you died over there and he did not.
He will take that guilt with him to his grave. But it was just not in God's plans for him to die in that awful war that took your future and your life from you. Sharon lost the love of her life the day you died. And he lost one of his best friends.
Pookie you will be remembered and never forgotten .
Thank you for the unselfish sacrifice you made for our country.
I hope one day that you and my husband can be reunited again.
Till then Pookie Rest in peace

Specialist Four Herbert John Arceneaux Jr., Served with Company C, 1st Battalion, 8th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Cavalry Division, United States Army Vietnam.

Thanking your for your ultimate sacrifice!

DEAR SPEC 4 ARCENEAUX,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS AN INDIRECT FIRE INFANTRYMAN WITH THE 1ST CAVALRY. A FRIEND'S BROTHER WAS ALSO 1ST CAV. I HOPE YOU SAID HI TO HIM IN HEAVEN. REST IN PEACE.