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 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.

As long as you are remembered you will never die...

I was there the day you gave all for your country. You did not die alone my brother. I think of you often. You were a great “grunt” and Air Cav Trooper. RIP!

DEAR PFC ALLMAN,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS AN ARMY GRUNT.
REST IN PEACE.

You were one of the special ones, Butch. Always genuine....a true American Hero. God bless you.

Butch I barely remember you when we both lived in Astoria but I have never forgotten the ultimate sacrifice you made for our country. I was fortunate enough to get a rubbing of you name off of the Vietnam memorial when I was there on an Honor Flight. I will always cherish the fact that I knew you.