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 Donald White, Thank you for your service as a Rifleman. Saying thank you isn't enough, but it is from the heart. Christmas is in days, Merry Christmas. Time passes quickly. Please watch over America, it stills needs your strength, courage, guidance, and faithfulness, especially now. Rest in peace with the angels.

Never forgotten.

Semper Fi, Marine

This is his boot camp photo from Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego, Platoon 1115. He earned the title “U.S. Marine” on November 14, 1966.

Thank you for your service to our great country my brother. Semper Fi.

On the remembrance of your 72nd birthday, your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Forever 18.

You and Holycross and Goins and Butsko and Flora are not forgotten.

Semper Fi, Marine.