THE WALL OF FACES

If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts than thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.

I know we do not know eachother, but we share a last name. Perhaps we are related? In any case, I honor your tremendous courage and respect your time serving our country. It's people like you, George Ross Spitz, that make this country as big, beautiful and free as I know it to be. Thank you dearly and may you rest peacefully.
Your Friend,
Kelsey

George was our classmate and friend at Laughlin AFB, TX, 1966-67, Undergraduate Pilot Training Class 68A. At our 40th class reunion in September, 2007, we shall drink a toast in your honor.

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.

Mary Frye – 1932

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United States Air Force Academy
Association of Graduates