THE WALL OF FACES

Semper Fi, Marine.

Harvey is buried at Puritan Lawn Cemetery i North Peabody,MA. PH

FOREVER REMEMBERED

"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."

Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.

We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:

Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.

From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers

I was in the Corps when I heard that you had died, try as I might I couldn't put a face to the name. That you were a Marine was enough for me to mourn your loss. Years later I was in the high schopol auditorium and saw your picture and I remembered. What a hot shit smile you had. When Marines gather I think of you and Schramm and Velardo and all the others that gave their all. Semper Fi, brother

I broke out the book they gave us when we graduated from Paris Island. I went through every name to see if anybody from 1021 had been killed in Vietnam. I believe you were the only one. I see that you were a Corporal by then.

We are a long ways from November 1965, when we met on P.I. I remember you and recognize your face staring at me from the book. I remember you being pretty squared away, not a shit bird like me. Remember how proud we all felt when we won the drill competition. I can still hear our spit polished boots slamming into the parade field as we marched back to the barracks with that streamer whipping in the wind with our platoon flag.

We both made that Vietnam trip, I was home over a year before you were called to give everything. I will not let your name be without remberance.

The brotherhood of Marines will not forget you.

REST IN PEACE

Tom Lehner