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.

Jim was my running buddy in high school. His sport was cross country. One of the truly nice guys. Sorely miss you bud.

Dear Sp4 James Jaranson, Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. It's the end of summer. The time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

One of the few people I could call a friend in high-school. Jim was a truly nice person, a good athlete, and a patriot. He was a running buddy of mine.
We graduated in 1965. I went into the Navy and He into the Army.
There were four losses from our class because of war. Jim was one of two who were killed in Nam. One died in Korea and one suicide.
He is missed.

Dear SP4 James Edward Jaranson, 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
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