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.

Dear Sp4 Michael Hilburger, Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. Memorial Day just passed when we honor and remember you. Please watch over the USA, it still needs your courage. Rest in peace with the angels.

Thank you for your service and your sacrifice. Thank you for stepping up and answering your country's call. Rest easy knowing you will never be forgotten.

I can't say that I had gotten to know Mike well but, still,to this day, i do remember him vividly. If memory serves me correctly,the Hilburger family moved into their house either in 1963 or 1964, a few doors down from where I lived. Mike was the oldest of 7 kids in the family. Over the years,I did get to know his family very well, being that i was closer in age to his other siblings.I remember Mike having an interest in fixing and souping up an older car as a hot rod and even going for a ride in it once with his brothers. I also remember his laugh and wise-cracking sense of humor.Just a fun guy to be around! As I recall, Mike had gotten married before going in the service and he and his wife had,to my knowledge,one child at the time. I also, remember hearing about his passing in Nam in 67' and how deeply it cut inside myself. I experienced the same thing the following year when my cousin died there as well. Rest in peace mike,you truly are remembered.

Dear SP4 Michael J Hilburger, 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, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter