THE WALL OF FACES

Thank you for you service to our country so long ago sir. The remembrance from your neighbor Paula Thoms is especially poignant. As long as you are remembered you will live in our hearts forever...

Specialist Five Christopher Brow, Served with Advisory Team 95, Headquarters, Military Assistance Command Vietnam Advisors, Military Assistance Command Vietnam (MACV).

Dear Spec 5 Brow,
Thank you for your service as an Airborne Qualified Still Photographic Specialist. It is another summer, as time continues to pass since Vietnam. 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.

(From a memoir-in-progress)
For a year or so, Chris Brow sat in with the Burning Bush on harmonica. A harmonica was not a neat fit for a band that modeled its sound on Junior Walker and the All Stars, but Chris was a nice guy, refreshingly straight-up and straightforward, in jeans and a work shirt from Montgomery Ward’s, an awestruck tourist in the chaotic mix of black culture and psychedelia that drove the zeitgeist of the late Sixties. He was hard to say no to; and he could sing. Like Adrian [Guillary], Chris sang Southern blues, but Adrian would grumble his deep in his throat, as if he had his face on a table and was crying into his whiskey, while Chris’s were tense and fervid existential questions sung in high tenor.
One evening at Spinelli’s, during a break, Chris announced that he was going to enlist for Viet Nam. We were speechless once we’d all said “No shit!” What could you say?
Chris explained himself. “I’m looking for adventure, like Hemingway.”
No motive could have been nobler than that.

Dear SP5 Christopher Brow, 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