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

Bruce and I went to Kokomo High School, I went in the Air Force as a Ground Radio Operator and went to Thailand, Laos, and Viet Nam in 1967. I wasn't in contact with Bruce during that period. Thank you for being with Bruce. I was just sitting here thinking of him. Dave Ross USAF 1965-1969

Allen...Honoring you on your birthday...God bless

Fifty-one years ago you left us. I think of you daily and wonder what it would have been like to have my big brother around as I was growing up. I cherish the memories that I do have of you and will miss you always.
Submitted July 2, 2018.