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 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.

As long as you are remembered you will always be with us....

Sergeant First Class Robert Russell Bode, Served with the 3rd Platoon, Company A, 2nd Battalion, 14th Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade, 25th Infantry Division, United States Army Vietnam.

DEAR SERGEANT 1ST CLASS BODE,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS AN INFANTRYMAN. IT HAS BEEN FAR TOO LONG FOR ALL OF YOU TO HAVE BEEN GONE. WE APPRECIATE ALL YOU HAVE DONE, AND YOUR SACRIFICE. WATCH OVER THE U.S.A., IT STILL NEEDS YOUR COURAGE. GOD BLESS YOU. MAY THE ANGELS BE AT YOUR SIDE. REST IN PEACE. MANY OF US HAVE BEGUN OUR JOURNEY TO EASTER. AND YOU ARE ALL IN OUR PRAYERS. IT IS HOLY SATURDAY, AND PASSOVER - GOD'S BLESSINGS ON YOU.

SFC Robert R. Bode served with 3rd Platoon, A Company, 2nd Battalion, 14th Infantry, 25th Infantry Division. On July 6, 1966 at 1100 hours, he was on a search and destroy mission near Trang Bang in the Hau Nghia Province, South Vietnam. During the operation, SFC Bode’s unit came under enemy small arms fire. He suffered a gunshot wound to the left chest. SFC Bode died as a result of his wound. [Taken from i-kirk.info/2nd14th]

When I remember my dady I remember his love for his ccountry, his God, his wife, his children, his family,&his army. There are so many thing my father was great. But to me he was my everything. 40plus years without him has put a permanent piece missing in my soul. Not ONE day goes by he pops in my mind. God is the only thing that eases my sorrow. Because he says we will see each other again!!!!! If he lived I know my live wouldn't of been so hard. They don't make dadys like that anymore that's for sure.