THE WALL OF FACES

Thank you for your service to our country so long ago sir. The remembrances from those who knew you are moving and reflect their admiration and respect for you. As long as you are remembered you will always be with us….

I grew up with Tim. He was my best friend. We went through school together, we spent so many memory-filled days together, and I still miss him greatly. He had a big dog named Chester, and a flying squirrel (for real!) named Godzilla.. He lived just steps from school, so many afternoons were spent as his house, eating Charles Chips potato chips, and planning our next adventure. As kids, we won WWII over and over again. After High School, he and John, the third leg of our three-legged stool, joined the Marines. I joined the Navy, and Tim razzed me about to no end. I was on a delayed enlistment and was several months behind Tim and John. I was in boot camp in San Diego when time was wounded. The details were sketchy, just a short note from my Mother. It wasn't until after boot camp that I learned of the extent of his injuries. By the time he got to Bethesda, he was able to come home for visits. We arranged leave so that we could be there at the same time. I won't sugar coat it, his injuries were severe, but I won't share any details. But behind all the injuries, he was still Tim, still very much a Marine, and still the wonderful friend I had the privilege to share so many of my early years with. I was stationed at Kodiak NAS when Tim left us. I wanted to come home, to be there to say goodbye to my friend, but a LCDR that I still haven't forgiven, said no. Anyway, I've heard that you're never really gone as long as someone still remembers. I think you'll be around for a long, long time, my friend. I miss you and I love you!

Sergeant Timothy Ray Faust, Served with Company E, 2nd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Third Marine Amphibious Force.

Tim and I grew up on Westminster Way in Atlanta. He was the big brother I never had. He was a few years older than me and when I learned he was headed for Vietnam I wasn’t worried. When he returned I rode my mini-bike down to see him. I was horrified at what war had done to him - but he was the same funny Tim I had always known. He got a bow and arrow set for maybe his 15th or 16th birthday. He tried to scare some of us younger kids with it by drawing the bow and pointing it at us. The bow string slipped off his fingers and he shot me with an arrow in the leg. I’m not sure whether Tim or I were more terrified. My Mom and Tim’s Mom weren’t too happy about it either - but I carry that scar proudly on my leg today. I am honored to have been his friend. He was a great guy. Mitch Williams HI

Dear Sgt Timothy Faust,
Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. Another national holiday is coming, and we honor you this Labor Day. 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.