THE WALL OF FACES

There is a place
Not far from here
Where spirits walk
And heroes live
And honor still resides.

It is a wall
With names inscribed
Of those who served
When they were asked...
The brothers of my youth.

I go there still
To walk and think
About my life,
And what I've done since
And things that might have been.

There is a debt
I can't repay
Too many lives were spent.
And one man's life cannot suffice
To make their deaths worthwhile.

But there is hope
In the memory
Of those we leave behind
Who know the price that freedom brings
Who can carry on in kind.

I send you now
To touch a name
So the vision can be passed
Remember there is honor still
It is for you to see it lasts.

They are not dead
And have a wish
As all old soldiers do
The reflection you see before you now
Is their wish to live in you.

This is his boot camp photo from Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego, Platoon 1006. He earned the title “U.S. Marine” on December 20, 1965.

Thank you for your service to our great country my brother. Semper Fi.

Dear PFC Brad Morand, Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. It is Advent. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

You we, were so young, still teenagers. Alpha's CP was below Hill 55 out on Liberty Road the day you lost your life. This year, 2016 will be 50 years since you gave your life for your fellow Marines and Country. We still remember.

RIP BROTHER,
TAF A-1-9