THE WALL OF FACES

We all called him "cod". We served together in the 3rd BCT Brigade at Ford Ord. I bumped into him for the last time at the Junior Officer's Club during the final week of December 1970. He had his orders to RVN and left very shortly afterword. The word of his death hit post in April 1971. He was a good guy and I think of him often.

Conn, you made those days in OCS Class 6-70 bearable. The good times will renain in my mind and you will alwayd be in my heart. Lead on.

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.

Mary Frye – 1932

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

Thank you for supporting the south and fighting for what they believed in. Today you will be considerded a hero and tommorow you will be considered a man of courage. May you rest in peace.