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.

Paul and I shared the same Home Room at Ferndale high from 1958 to 1962. Our home room teacher was a little French lady learning English as the months rolled on. Like the rest of us, she would be very proud of you for graduating and serving in the Military Forces. I always knew you as a real feisty individual and remember a few spats in which you were engaged. They seem funny now. I was in Vietnam the day you lost your life. Since I was a Marine Captain, our locations were far apart. I wish I could have seen you back then. I will always hold you in my heart and in my prayers. Peace always!

Don Saunders

I remember how sad I was when I heard about his death. Now, some 50 odds years later, I still recall him fondly.

Dear Sgt Paul Salminen, Thank you for your services with the 75th Infantry, Your 78th birthday is soon, happy birthday. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Veterans’ Day just passed. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance, and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

You were my first date in high school. So funny, yet incredibly smart. You will not be forgotten, Paul. So sorry your life was cut so short. Oh what you might have accomplished. RIP.