THE WALL OF FACES

Never forgotten.

HOOAH

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.

Dear PFC Robert Chandler,
Thank you for your service as an Armor Crewman. This is the month that we remember all those who have passed-on. We remember you. It is so 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 strength, courage and faithfulness. Rest in peace with the angels.

Loading up, in, the car, you, Brother Joe, Sisters Patricia, Loretta, Leona, Brenda, driving out, to Sanford Hill Road, all of us high on, Simply Life, and when we jumped the hill, oh, the pit of our stomachs, just turned upside down. Us screaming, laughing. Then turn around, and do it again.

Thank you PFC Chandler for your leadership and exemplary courage under fire.