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 truly die.

First Lieutenant Charles Carl Asselta, Served with Battery A, 2nd Battalion, 4th Artillery Regiment, 3rd Brigade, 9th Infantry Division, United States Army Vietnam.

Cuz , I was 8 years old when I heard the horrific news from my parents. I watched on a daily bases the news broadcasts and prayed we had no casualties that day. Still can't believe your tour ended only three months after you went to that HELL forsaken country. Rest in Peace Charlie , you're always remembered!

Thank you, for your sacrifice, hero classmate...I think of you often. Many tears were shed when you died...so I will never forget you, patriot!

DEAR LIEUTENANT ASSELTA,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A FIELD ARTILLERY UNIT COMMANDER. ARTILLERY WILL ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE IN MY HEART. REST IN PEACE.