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....

Your mom knew my mom from work in Fullerton, Ca. You came over to my house a few times and we played soldier in our back yard when we were kids. When the real bell rang, you answered it and you're a hero in my book. Miss you alot and thanks for your sacrifice and service.

DEAR PFC ARRUDA,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A MARINE MORTARMAN. YOU WERE LOST ON THE DAY THAT WOULD BECOME MY GRANDSON'S BIRTHDAY - ONLY HE WAS BORN RECENTLY. REST IN PEACE AND SEMPER FI.

I think yo you often. You will never be forgotten.

Semper Fi, Marine.