THE WALL OF FACES

Dear Clyde Lee Roy Canada
I was wondering what it must have been like to spend the most precious part of your life in a country that most people couldn’t even locate on a map in a war that most people didn’t agree with. I wonder if you even agreed with why you should be there and whether or not you would protest the war when you got home. I wonder if you died for something you believe in or whether you died for something your country made you do. Either way you wont be forgotten.

It is said a man hasn't died as long as he is remembered. This prayer is a way for families, friends and fellow veterans to remember our fallen brothers and sisters. 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 hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die

Hi Clydie, when we lost you I was 8. I miss you more today than ever. You were the brother I never had. And only today I learn more about you than I ever have. I love you so much. I miss you giving me rides on your motercycle, and holding me in your lap. I knew you would always be there for me. But you served your Country, and died, for that all of us thank you. I have visited you at the Wall in DC. And I visit you here today, to tell you I will love you until the day I died. Love your cous Brenda

We will not forget...veterans of the 48th Assault Helicopter Company.