THE WALL OF FACES

Hi! My name is Liz and I'm doing a project at school about the war in vietnam. I found your name and that you were from Phoenix Arizona. I can only say that besides i never meet you i feel honor to have the oportunity to find your name. I can't imagine how hard it was for you but for your family to loose you and my heart its full of sadness to see that you had to die protecting this country and the ones you loved. I'm proud to know that you faught to the end to save our country!!!!!!!!!!! I will never forget you name from now on and your family will always be in my preyers. With love Liz!!!?????

FOREVER REMEMBERED

"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heros you left behind...."

Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.

We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heros lost to the War in Vietnam:

Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.

From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers

"An God said who shall we send.I answered I am here,send me."

Isaiah 6:8

Et Lux Perpetua Luceat Eis
Requiescant In Pace

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.

In America's fight to be the best we have lost many people, but they will never be forgotten and neither will you! Thank you for you for your bravery.