THE WALL OF FACES

It’s been over 55 years since we were attacked and John was killed. Unfortunately I was the one who had to place him in the helicopter to take him off the hill

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...

Specialist Four John Steven Ambrosini, Served with the Headquarters and Headquarters Detachment, United States Army Support Command (Qui Nhon), 1st Logistical Command, United States Army Vietnam.

Went to the same grade school and high school. My mother was the cub scout den mother and your mother was the driver. My mother still talks about you-your not forgotten. I took an extra year in service to avoid Nam. It worked I was wounded in Cambodia.

Always remembered summer days on the farm Auntie Mary Uncle John. Gramma, Papa, Joey and Billy and Auntie Rose.
Thank you always our hero.