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.

Never forgotten.

HOOAH, Doc

Well Buddy, it has been 55 years since you came by our house in Watertown to say goodbye to my Mother, Grandmother, and me, letting us know that you were headed to Vietnam. You were in full uniform with the “Green Beret". I followed you out to the front porch when you were leaving and shook hands. Somehow I knew I would never see you alive again. I was finishing my sophomore year at MTSU. I remember you often and wish you had been with us these past 55 years. You were truly one of “America’s Finest". God Bless.

Dear Sgt William Phillips, Thank you for your service as a Special Forces Qualified Medical NCO. Thank you for the lives you saved. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Yesterday was Mother’s Day. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

On the remembrance of your birthday, your sacrifice is not forgotten.

HOOAH