THE WALL OF FACES

Some may think you are forgotten
Though on earth you are no more
But in our memory you are with us
As you always were before….

Dear PFC Bobby Jennings, 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.

Bobby John (Lyric)

Bobby John lives in a grave yard
Down Crittenden County way
Thanks to that old Vietnam War
He’s not with us no more today

He was a guitar man making his stand
In a war he didn’t understand
He was a guitar man making his stand
Without his guitar in his hand

When Uncle Sam called
He knew he had to go
He’d never come home
But how could he know

The day the news made it home
Turned out he wouldn’t be buried alone
You see his father was a very old man
The news he got he didn’t understand

He was a guitar man making his stand
In a war he didn’t understand
He was a guitar man making his stand
Without his guitar in his hand

So father like son up on Rosebud Hill
They lie side by side and forever will
So father like son up on Rosebud Hill
They lie side by side and forever will

Bobby John, you died in Nam
We’re sorry for
What we done
We love you Bobby.....Bobby John...

Edwin Lewis Brashear ©

Private First Class Bobby John Jennings, Served with Company A, 2nd Battalion, 1st Infantry Regiment, 196th Infantry Brigade.

I forgot to say, Bobby John, that you told me your favorite soda was RC.