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 sunlight 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.

Angelo was the captain of a small bowling team at VS Central High School that I was on with him. He was a very good bowler and a really nice guy. He died way too young.

Dear Sp4 Angelo Petraglia, Thank you for your service as Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. The 46th anniversary of the fall of Saigon just passed, and it is still sad. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

Angelo... you lived the Best of Years, in times of passioned innocence...the best of music; teenage love; fraternity parties; dancing the night away; and drag racing. Intelligent and always a gentleman walking through the halls of Central High School. Thank you for protecting and serving. Your ultimate sacrifice is remembered and honored every day. "You gotta "be one", to be in the Big Red 1.
R.I.P. Brother ?? Slow Salute.... ????

Specialist Four Angelo Andrew Petraglia, Served with Company B, 1st Battalion, 26th Infantry Regiment, 1st Infantry Division.