THE WALL OF FACES

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

I was just 10 years old when you lost your life in Vietnam. Although I did not know you, I consider you as one of my brothers. I served in the U.S. Navy from 1975-1980. My wife’s family is from West Bend, WI, and went to church in Nabob, WI and is familiar with your burial site. On Saturday, November 6th, 2021, I was given the honor to fly on the Stars & Stripes Honor Flight. I visited the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall. You will never be forgotten.

Dear PFC Robert Mueller, Thank you for your service as an Infantryman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. It is the Last Week of Advent, which is love. Christmas is soon, Merry Christmas. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

Robert G. Mueller: A Soldier Who Sensed his Fate
JULY 12, 2016 BY PAKOU LEE
As Pfc. Robert G. Mueller was leaving his home, he looked back at the farm where he grew up and said he would never see the place again. It was as if he knew his fate was to never return home.
Mueller was the third child of eight children in the two-story red farmhouse with a long gravel driveway, where a tall tree stood in the front lawn in rural Washington County.

The farm, in the early 1960s, where Bob had lived all his life before heading to Vietnam. Photo obtained from the family by Pakou Lee.
Both of his parents were farmers with German heritage. After his parent’s marriage on May 8, 1940, at Sacred Heart Church in Allenton, they settled on a dairy farm about 188 acre in Nabob where Robert, better known as Bob, and his seven siblings grew up.

Dear PFC Robert Gilbert Mueller, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter