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.

I trained with him at fort hood &was at lz ann getting rabies shots along with my mortar squad. He was a great leader & one of the best officers I served with. will never forget him!

First Lieutenant Thomas Burl Adams, Served with the 1st Platoon, Company D, 1st Battalion, 52nd Infantry Regiment, 198th Infantry Brigade, Americal Division, United States Army Vietnam.

Tom was our senior platoon leader in Delta Company. He was almost revered as the most "gung ho" lieutenant we ever knew. On a mission toward the coast out of LZ Ann, it was getting late as we were standing on a little hill setting up for a night defensive position. Tom was on my left, and Captain Shotwell was on my right.

All of a sudden a lone sniper, five hundred yard away, opened up with automatic fire which hit Tom in the leg and chest. He cried out "I'm hit"
and dropped to the ground. I held him, tried to stop the blood and plug the chest wound, but to no avail. I will never forget Tom or that moment.

DEAR LT. ADAMS,
YOUR SERVICE TO THIS NATION IS APPRECIATED. THANK YOU AND REST IN PEACE.