THE WALL OF FACES

You were the one that was mentioned with pride, sorrow, serving this unfamiliar cause from a giant family, of who several had served before. We never met I bet, you left 11 days after I was one. I visited you on the Wall at 2 am on a warm fall morning in DC in 1991. I've remembered you several times when Vietnam came up and lately felt compelled to find out more due to a PBS documentary and the internet that tied together in bright color where you were and what you were doing that day. The pictures were worth allot of words and tears were shed in your direction as my family tried to grasp the anormity of what happened to you and your buddies on this wall.

Dear SP4 Gary Roman Zywica, 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

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Gary is buried at St Hedwig Cemetery in Dearborn Hts, MI. BSM PH

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