THE WALL OF FACES

I never knew you personally, but you and my grandmother met in Bible school and meant to marry when you came home. She still talks of you with tears in her eyes. May you forever rest in the arms of our Lord.

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.