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 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.

Though I was only 9 years old at the time of your death, I have a memory of a car pulling up in front of your house. I was walking down Jones drive and you lived 5 doors down the street from us. I remember the 2 men walking up to your front door and your mother answering the door. Within seconds she had fallen to the floor and started crying. I at the time was to young to realize what was going on, but word got out about your death and it wasn’t to hard to figure out what I had witnessed. John Joseph Gulliver, thank You for Your Service. May Your Soul Rest In Peace.

Dear PFC John Gulliver,
Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. 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.

Private First Class John Joseph Gulliver, Served with Company G, 2nd Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Third Marine Amphibious Force.

Dear PFC John Joseph Gulliver, 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