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 sunlight 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.

Mike, you were my big brother, my protector and friend. I can't believe you've been gone for 50 years today. You ARE always missed. Cousins, brother, sister, friends - no one has forgotten you. But, thank God, you are with our mother, father, cousins, aunts & uncles and all of those we've loved and lost over the years. I patiently wait for my turn to go Home to rejoice with everyone.

Bill and I were classmates at Fort Sill’s Artillery Officer Candidate School (Class 36A-67). He was a stand-up guy.

I’ve had 50 more years on the planet than Bill.

This disparity brings the tragedy of the war that we experienced home to me in yet another way this night before Memorial Day.

Dear Lt William Elbracht.
Thank you for your service as a Rotary Wing Aviation Unit Commander - Helicopter Pilot. We remember all you who gave their all. It has been too long, and it's about time for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

Dear 1LT William Michael Elbracht, 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, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter