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.

Dick or "Hoot" as we nicknamed you. I found this site by accident and was both surprised and sorry to see you listed. I had just finished my second tour as a Marine when you deployed. I will always remember riding around with Gary, Mickey and and you while you played the guitar in the back seat. Good times for the carefree four of us.

Thank you for stepping up and answering your country's call. Thank you for your service and your sacrifice. Rest easy knowing you will never be forgotten.

Dear PFC Dick Christensen,
Thank you for your service as a Infantryman. Happy Thanksgiving. 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.

In remembrance of my brother, Dick who died on this day Oct. 5, 1968.He was fatally wounded in a firefight with the vietcong at Loc Nihn, Vietnam. He was a member of the 1st Infantry Div.,Co. D 2/16 Inf. Rangers. He received the Purple Heart and Bronze Star with Oak Leaf Cluster for Bravery. He actually saved a fellow soldier during the fight. I was only 16 when he died so I missed out a lot. He left behind parents Leo and Ilene(Teen), brother Ted, sister Golda and Colene, 2 sons, Richard and Shane and now has 4 grandchildren, Sylvan,Savannah,Monte Rich, and Emma . Rest Peacefully, brother, we miss you !