THE WALL OF FACES

Dear SSGT James Broadus White, 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

Semper Fi, Staff Sergeant.

SSgt White was one of six Marines who were swept away during a river crossing at My Hiep, about 16 KM southwest of Ha Tan. One body was recovered 02 Feb; four on 05 Feb; and the sixth on 07 Feb. The other five Marines were
Cpl Homer W. Hollister, Moscow, PA;
LCpl Randall L. Jenkins, Columbus, OH;
Pfc Leroy B. Daniels, Pittsburgh, PA;
Pfc Theodore M. Rush, Birmingham, AL; and
Pfc Ray M. Williams, New Orleans, LA.
Source is 3/5 Ops Logs 02-07 Feb 69.

J.B. White was the most squared away and the meanest D I that the Marine Corps ever produced. I met him on 16 October 1967 when I arrived at Quantico Virginia for Marine Corps OCS. He cut a wide swath and backed up for no man. I only saw him smile once...that's when I sucessfully ambused him during our 3 day war and manuever in December of 1967. J.B. died trying to save three of men who were drowning during a river crossing in I Corps. He was one damn good Marine!

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