THE WALL OF FACES

I was in the 7th grade in 1967. I can still remember when I heard the news. Your grandfather and my grandmother were brother and sister. I was seven years younger and didn't get to know you well. They said your father Kermit was never the same. I am proud that you served instead of running to Canada!

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Dear PFC Henry Fisher,
Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. Tuesday is the 17th anniversary of 9/11, and we remember you all. 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.

Dear PFC Henry Lee Fisher, 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

Henry and I became good friends in basic training and advanced infantry training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. We were on our way to visit his home in Haven, Kansas on a three day pass one weekend. He was driving his high powered Chevrolet. We had a terrible accident near Joplin, Missouri and spent two weeks in a hospital in Joplin before returning to Fort Leonard Wood. Some time later we hitch-hiked out to his home for a week end.

At the end of AIT I was shipped out of Fort Leonard Wood to Ludwigsburg, Germany. After a month or so there I received a letter from Henry. He was in an outfit near Mannheim, Germany. We were going to make plans to get together when we could. Next thing I knew I received a letter from his mother saying he was killed in Viet Nam.

Henry became a special friend to me in the short time we knew one another. I think it was because we were both country boys and had so much in common. I was raised on a farm in Southeast Missouri. I always felt like we were kindred spirits.

I have thought of him often over the years, and continue to think about him and remember the good times we had together. He was a heck of a nice fellow and I am proud that I had the opportunity to know him as a friend.