THE WALL OF FACES

I've been to the wall in DC twice - once on Memorial Day with my older sister. I swore I would never go again. It was so emotional that I just could not bear all the wounded and MIA information at the wall - it was heartbreaking to remember my (our) dad and leave there with such sad memories.

I learned about you from Grandmother. I was there when I was around 12 or 13 - so it must have been around 1975. That was the only time I ever spent there. I always felt like I was missing something. There was a photo of you in her living room and she told me you were my sister. Needless to say, my mother was furious - she never mentioned this again, and I quit asking. My email is [email protected]

I'm sorry you were shocked to find out about me this way - I was not certain what you knew. I do have some pictures and letters from dad while he was in Vietnam - all my memories are in a shoebox - I always wanted more as I am sure you did.

I am also sorry to hear that you are not well. I am not certain where you live, but I was born in NJ, lived in So California for most of my life and then moved back to NJ and got married in 2000.

This was a busy weekend, but without your part in our country's freedom, it may never have happened for me. I am sorry this post was late. Please know I am grateful and think of you often, wondering just how long it will be until I may meet you. I am old now Daddy, and I am ill. I am moving this week to aid in my fight against cancer.
Perhaps this is a message from you, seeing this again, a message from you to be brave and fight my battle with all I have, just as you did. I thank you Daddy.
I am also shocked to know about my sister who left a message here...if she sees this please contact me ...my email has changed, the new one is here.
I love you Daddy, I know you are the kindness in me, the courage I have, the love I have known, even though we were never given chance to share our lives.
Hugs to you Daddy
Your daughter,
Pamela

Thank you for serving and dying for our country. My only regret was to never know you or any father as a young child. There is a huge hole in my heart which belongs to you. Mom did a great job with 5 children as a single parent in the 60's! I am overwhelmed as I just found this site - along with the name of my stepsister PAMELA, who I have never met, but saw at your parent's house as a young child. I am sorry that more people did not appreciate the efforts because of all the politics of this WAR. I supported YOU!!.

I often wonder on stormy days as such, just where you are...and then I know you are out of the storms of today. I also think about your bravery, the storms you journeyed through while on this earth; protecting us, working toward a cause of peace which our country still searches for.
Today is a day of wonder in general, a day when an email came from another who has lost someone in the casualty of war. I thanks Curt for contacting me with his healing words, and hope he is healing also. Loss is never healed all together, the pain of losing you years ago will remain in my spirit until the end of time.
Know that I think of you often and know that someday we will meet once again.

Dear CPL Alfred Franklin Simpson, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, and the best salute a civilian can muster for you, Sir

Curt Carter