THE WALL OF FACES

Tim, your black 51 Pontiac will always be remembered as the Crispy Critter after the interior caught fire in our car club garage when you fired up the torch and started cutting metal for tire clearance. I will always remember that night. You made the ultimate sacrifice and those of us that made it home respect that sacrifice. You are not forgotten by anyone that knew you.

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...

I remember Tim as a young man visiting his grandparents in Tennessee each summer. He practiced learning to drive his grandpa's old truck around the ponds. We lived across the road and he visited us sometimes. He and his wife visited us shortly before he returned to Vietnam. I was so devastated to learn of his death. I have never forgotten him and his wife. They were such a cute couple and just getting started. He was such a wonderful person.

Chief Warrant Officer Timothy Harold Artman, Served with the 173rd Assault Helicopter Company, 11th Aviation Battalion, 12th Aviation Group, 1st Aviation Brigade, United States Army Vietnam.

Timmy, I have many fond memories of us growing up at Bonny Oaks together. You were my first childhood sweetheart. I still go to Forest Hills every Memorial Day and put a flag on your grave. Will always remember you as long as I am alive. Mary Ann