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.

Never met you, Grandpa, but it warms my heart to see how much people loved you. Rest in peace.

Dear Cap John South, Thank you for your service as an Infantry Unit Commander. Your 54th anniversary is soon, sad. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. It is Holy Week, and Passover is soon, too. Time moves quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

John and I went through ROTC together, commissioned the same day. I lost touch with him for about 3 years then in 1967 we were together on the same plane enroute to sunny SE Asia. I didn’t learn of his death until I came home in 1968. I think of him often.

50 years ago today I was in the jungle 10 feet behind Capt. South carrying his radio. A sniper killed him instantly and severely wounded the Medic behind me. I think of him every day and I'm still trying to reconcile my survival. He lived by example and led his men from the front. There is a special place in Heaven for this Great Man. May God continue to bless John H. South.