THE WALL OF FACES

Bought the farm at PK-17 the morning of 4/6/67. Only “doc” with sp 8” guns. I was with a split-off of 2nd prob hugs batt, 4th Bat,12th mar reg, 3rd mar div. About 6AM, gooks over wire , after mortars/rockets. Roger gone before I could get to him. Dream about it way too much!

May those who served never be forgotten. Rest in peace HN. Flaherty, I salute your brave soul. My heart goes out to you and your family. Fair winds and following seas!

If you are the correct Roger Flaherty, I was in Bible School with you in 1960. You were lovely. Quiet and respectful. I was a student but was also your English teacher and you often carried my books. You were very shy. I think of you often and the loss of your young life. RIP

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 sunlight 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.

On the remembrance of your 80th birthday, your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Semper Fi, Doc