THE WALL OF FACES

I served with Gary in Vietnam. This picture is from a book published by our Battalion in 1969. I believe the photo was taken around November 1969 at our base camp in Can Giuoc, South Vietnam. I think of Gary often and will always remember him.

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 sun 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.

Mary Frye – 1932

ITS ON STATE HIGHWAY 194 AND MAKES THE TRIANGLE OF 88 221 194.
NEAR BEAVER CREEK AND JEFFERSON.
TO MOST THIS IS A RURAL PART OF NORTH CAROLINA.
TO GARY THOMAS PHILLIPS, 11B20, WEST JEFFERSON WAS HOME. ON DEC. 13, 1968 GARY THOMAS PHILLIPS LOST HIS LIFE IN VIETNAM.
A PRAYER FOR GARY THOMAS, AND THOSE WHO IN THIS COMMUNITY OF WEST JEFFERSON WILL REMEMBER HIM TODAY ON THIS ANNIVERSARY.
TO ALL WHO SHARE THE SILENT WATCH WITH GARY ON PANEL 15W REST. LIKE GARY YOU ALSO ARE THE ONE'S WHO WERE CALLED AND STOOD AS NO OTHERS; BY CHOICE OR NOT, SO WE REMEMBER ALWASY, TILL WE ARE NO LONGER.