THE WALL OF FACES

Private First Class James Jacob Byszek, Served with Company A, 2nd Battalion, 8th Infantry Regiment, 4th Infantry Division.

Dear PFC James Byszek,
I hope your photo is put here because this is a wall of faces and yours is missing. Thank you for your service. I could not find your MOS, but you served. As we celebrate Labor Day, and enjoy our freedom, 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 PFC James Jacob Byszek, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for the ultimate sacrifice that you 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. And please know that men and women like you have stepped forward to defend our country yet again, showing the same love for country and their fellow Americans that you did- you would be proud.

With respect, and the best salute that a civilian can muster for you.

Curt Carter

You taught me to walk with your wheel chair, you taught me that love was forever, you taught me that there are grave sacrifices that must be made. You were the best teacher I ever had. I graduate in June. I am doing this for you, Uncle Jim. Someday, I hope that I can be as good a teacher as you were to me. Thank you. You will never be forgotten for you live on in my heart, the wind, and the land.

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