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 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.

Dear PFC Michael Spotswood, Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Happy Easter, and Passover. Time moves quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

I went to high school with Mike and can't imagine that any of the 700+ classmates would have a single bad word about him. It's sad that he died so LBJ's friends could make money.

Dear PFC Michael Carr Spotswood, 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

I went through infantry training at Fort Ord, California with Mike in 1968. I found Mike to be a very nice quit young man. Mike is just one of many wonderful people who should never had lost their lives in such a useless war.