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.

Hey LT, I stopped by your Grave today, Cleaned and Restored Honor as it should be. TAPS were played and Flag placed. SLOW HAND SALUTE ! MISSION RESTORE BRONZE INDIANA.

First Lieutenant Jerry Dean Adams, Served with C Troop, 3rd Squadron, 17th Cavalry Regiment, 12th Aviation Group, 1st Aviation Brigade, United States Army Vietnam.

He had a Ford I believe that was this awful color of green Chartreuse, I believe and for some reason he was called "Rabbit". I went to Greenwood, but Johnson County was small then and that car stood out.

Jerry introduced me to my wife, Glenda Kelley his neighbor and classmate on a blind date in December 1960. Jerry was a great guy and Marcie was great. Glenda and I really enjoyed being with them. So many young families were broken apart by that stupid war.