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.

Mary Frye – 1932

Randolph is buried at Beverly Nat Cem.

Pfc. Randolph T. Jefferson, 18, of 3059 N. 9th st., died July 17, after suffering fragmentation wounds of the head and body.
The Philadelphia Marine wrote his father, William M. Jefferson Sr., "I understand what I'm facing in Vietnam." He said he wanted his Dad to be proud of him.
Surviving in addition to his father are three brothers, Eric, 22, William Jr., 20, and Allen, 21; two sisters, Mrs. Paulette Cuthbert, 17, and Brenda, 15; and his grandmothers, Mrs. Lillian Thornton and Mrs. Olamae Matthis.

Semper Fidelis, Marine!

Randolph T. Jefferson
N.9th Street, North Philadelphia

Randy Jefferson enjoyed singing in church and dancing, but people were his greatest love. His sense of duty and obligation to other people is what led him to enlist, a cousin said. He became a Marine in March 1967, and was sent to Vietnam on his 18th birthday. The private first class, a paratrooper, mortar man and rifleman, was assigned to Company L of the 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines, 1st Marine Division. Jefferson died on July 17, 1968, in Thua Thien Province. He was 18 years old. He had attended Thomas Edison High School. Survivors included his father, three brothers and two sisters.
... from The Philadelphia Daily News