THE WALL OF FACES

Harv was my stick buddy in flight school, he was the most fun to be around and was always speaking of his new bride.

Harvey, we met on both of our first day in the Army. Four excited kids enroute to Ft. Polk where that Drill Instructor took the copy of Gibran's "The Prophet" from you, a gift from your wife and ripped it up. I never forgot the tears in your eyes. You were the first of us to die, but of course, not the last. I'd forgotten you were a Quaker--what irony. I remember you--always will.

Harvey, I will always love you and remember you. You were my first crush!

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die

Ahh, big brother, I think of you every day. You are so missed.
I love you!