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 die...

I was home on boot leave and was proud to wear my Marine Corps with my brother in his as we honored a neighborhood HERO. Think of you often.

We think. of you often miss you Jimmy

Dear Lcpl Victor Ford,
Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. It is now fall, and as the seasons pass, it is important to 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.

I met Vic on a flight from San Diego, he and another Recon Marine, Whitey, as I recall. Summer '65, back to Atlanta, then to Benning for Jump School. Vic Ford (as he called himself) was a funny guy. We were standing in formation one evening and a pogey bait truck pulled up...Vic, turned to us and said...in the Army, you get pogey bait trucks????? And with his smile, made us all laugh. Go easy bro...still a memory after 53 years.