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 sunlight 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.

Private First Class Arturo Alvarado Cauble, Served with Company K, 3rd Battalion, 26th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Third Marine Amphibious Force.

Arturo, "Bronco" as we called you I think of you often. I was 3 yrs younger & have fond memories of Ft. Davis & Alpine. You & your brother, Freddy great friends. I always admired your zest for life. RIP & God Bless. MCPO Joe Pallanez, USN-Retired.

I was at Paris Island in 1966 and quite remember what the braid meant ? I thought it meant you were the top in your class. Anyone that knows,I'll look for a answer on here.
Thanking you in advance
Ed Klek

As a family member and veteran, I honor you and your service. We remember and we will never forget your sacrifice as a Cauble, a Texan, an American and United States Marine. Rest in peace cousin Arturo.