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 never truly die.

I was four when John was killed. He was my godfather.

I can't say I remember much more than my parents stories and sadness when they spoke of him.

If any of his relatives are reading this, I am so sorry for your loss and grateful to have had John in my life.

In gratitude to all Marines and their families.

Major John Christopher Archbold, Served with Marine Air Base Squadron 16 (MABS-16), Marine Aircraft Group 16 (MAG-16), 1st Marine Aircraft Wing, Third Marine Amphibious Force.

DEAR MAJOR ARCHBOLD.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A MARINE VMA PILOT. SEMPER FI AND REST IN PEACE.

Dear Major John Christopher Archbold, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter