THE WALL OF FACES

Dear PVT John Ronald Carlock, 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

dEAR JOHNNY, i HAVE NEVER FORGOTTEN YOU AND HAVE CRIED A BUCKET OF TEARS FOR YOU AND ALL OUR OTHER GREAT SOLDIERS. yOU HAVE A LARGE FAMILY HERE IN sOUTH dAKOTA. I WILL SEE YOU IN HEAVEN. I KNOW YOU WILL BE AT THE GATE TO BRING ME OVER. I LOVE YOU LITTLE BROTHER

If I should die, and leave you here awhile, be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep...for MY sake, turn again to life, and smile...Nerving thy heart, and trembling hand to do something to comfort other hearts then thine...Complete these dear, unfinished tasks of mine...and I, perchance, may therein comfort you.

John Ronald Carlock was born July 10, 1948 and his home of record was Los Angeles, California. He served with the 3-506th 101st Airborne in Vietnam. John was killed January 5, 1968. He was survived by his mother, Mrs. Evelyn Shoemaker of Oxnard and his father, Douglas Carlock of Fullerton, California. Also surviving were his brothers: Pvt. Bruce Carlock, David and Billie Carlock; sisters, Mrs. Sharon Binnebose, Marjorie Carlock, Catherine Shoemaker and Thelma Shoemaker and grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Carlock. John is buried in Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery in San Diego, California. God rest your soul, Currahee!

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