THE WALL OF FACES

Art & I were great friends. I would go to his home and ask his mom if Art could come out and play, at the time we were 16 & I had my driver's license. I flew from Camp Lejeune to be 1 of his pallbearers. Miss my friend God Bless

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.

Specialist Four Arthur James Artkop, Served with C Troop, 2nd Squadron, 1st Cavalry Regiment, 4th Infantry Division, United States Army Vietnam.

DEAR SPEC 4 ARTKOP,
YOUR PHOTO IS NEEDED! I HOPE SOMEONE WILL POST IT!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS AN ARMOR RECONNAISSANCE SPECIALIST. REST IN PEACE.

Dear SP4 Arthur James Artkop, 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