THE WALL OF FACES

If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do somethijng to comort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.

I still remember Frank eating peanuts in my living room with my best friend Natalie, Ken and I. Hope all is well with Frank and Natalie's children whom they loved very much.

My father, Frank Gundaker, is still a factor in the lives of many. Since I was too young to know my father well, I really want to thank those that served with him and have contacted me with memories that help me know him better. Upon my mother's death, I discovered hundreds of letters from my father while in Vietnam. What a great treasure. Again, thanks to those that continue to keep his memory alive.

Frank is buried at Arlington Nat Cem.

From the class of 1955, Rutgers University