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 die...

SP4 Allen R. Arnold was a Clerk-Typist serving with Headquarters & Headquarters Detachment (HHD), 18th Military Police Brigade. On March 7, 1969, SP4 Arnold died in Bien Hoa Province, RVN, where it was reported he took his own life. He was 21 years-old. [Taken from coffeltdatabase.org]

RIP Soldier
God Bless You Always

I worked alongside Arnie in Vietnam and I lived in the same 'hooch' with him. He was a good guy and a dedicated soldier. Everyone liked him. It greatly saddened us to lose him. I've often thought about him and his family and how they must have grieved. I'm sure his parents are gone now but possibly he had siblings that will take some comfort from the fact that almost 50 years later there is still someone out there that was with him the night he died and has never forgotten him. Rest in peace Arnie. Jack Floyd

DEAR SPEC 4 ARNOLD.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS AN ARMY CLERK-TYPIST. REST IN PEACE.