THE WALL OF FACES

On my second year in Vietnam, I served as operations officer of a combat engineer battalion. Shortly after my arrival in Phuoc Vinh, I met the operations officer of a sister battalion. I was impressed by that young major. He was smart and articulate—an officer who reflected the epitome of excellence in the profession of arms. I sought to emulate him. About a week later, his helicopter was shot down by a 51-caliber machine gun, and he died. Some years later, I attended a Memorial Day ceremony at Arlington National
Cemetery, a solemn place where thousands of brave men and women are at rest. I glanced down at the headstone where I was standing. The name commemorated on that piece of white marble was my friend from Vietnam. I guess he just wanted to say, “Hello John. I am doing well.”
So, while Memorial Day is a time to pause and reflect, for far too many, “It hurts.”
John F. Sobke
MG, USA, Retired

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.

Major Ronald Joseph Britz, Served with the Headquarters and Headquarters Company, 8th Engineer Battalion, 1st Cavalry Division, United States Army Vietnam.

Dear Major Britz,
Thank you for your service as an Operations & Training Officer (G3) with the 1st Cavalry. Mike was 1st Cav, say hi to him. It is Independence Day, and it is important for us all to acknowledge the sacrifices of those like you who answered our nation's call. Please watch over America, it stills needs your courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

Dear Major Ronald Joseph Britz, 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, Sir

Curt Carter