THE WALL OF FACES

I hope you know how much I love you, Mom. How proud I am to say such a strong woman is MY Mom. And that my mom was loved beyond measure by my Dad.

Daddy, I just want to thank you for touching the hearts of so many. To Mr. Campbell, thank you for sending me Daddy's holster. You will never know how much that meant, truly. Thank you is just not adequate enough.

I will always love you Richard and thank you for loving me. You will forever live in my heart.

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.

I apologize up front, but this will exceed the 512 recommended maximum...

I have known of "R.W. Scoby" pretty much my entire life. The holster (images attached) has been in my family since the early 1970's.

My earliest memories of this holster involve my brother and I playing "cops and robbers" and "cowboys and Indians" (and anything that required holding a cap gun in a holster) with our friends.

We don't know where it came from, but unlike our toys, it was real. And VERY well made. And it had this "funny writing" on the back, like a code or something.

Like many things, time marches on and things get shuffled around and repurposed, and I personally had not seen it since the early 1980's until my brother somehow wound up with it and gave it to me for use with one of my guns.

By the way, it perfectly fit my 1911...

Since then, I too, joined the Army (late 1985 until 1989)... as an Engineer. My time was quiet, I was never in harm's way and honestly, it was not all that memorable.

However, when I reacquired the holster, I remembered the writing on the back and NOW I understood what all that was.

Fast forward another 6 months, I am cleaning my office, and moving some firearms around and there's my 1911 in SSG Scoby's holster, and it occurred to me that I should get on the internet and find out all I can about "R.W. Scoby"

I found his daughter and will be mailing the holster to her tomorrow. I cannot express how deeply sorry I am that she did not have her father to raiser her. From the entries on this page, it sounds like he was an incredible individual.

I am normally a private person and would not do something like this so publicly. But, after reading the comments here and seeing that there are more connections I thought I should post something.

To me, he was part of my play time... my brother and I had the coolest holster. I am thrilled to be returning it to the rightful owner.