THE WALL OF FACES

Albert,

Thank you for your sacrifice. I am the Director of Strength and Conditioning at GW. Our Men's Basketball team trains on the national mall and visits the wall each workout to remember heroes like yourself. You have fallen but are not forgotten. We remember you.

Dear SP4 Albert Cobb Jr, sir

As an American, I would like to thank you for your service and for your sacrifice made on behalf of our wonderful country. The youth of today could gain much by learning of heroes such as yourself, men and women whose courage and heart can never be questioned.

May God allow you to read this, and may He allow me to someday shake your hand when I get to Heaven to personally thank you. May he also allow my father to find you and shake your hand now to say thank you; for America, and for those who love you.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter

GI ACCIDENTALLY KILLED

Army Sp/4 Albert Cobb Jr., 24, of 2459 N. Patton st., North Philadelphia, was killed last Thursday when a rifle he was inspecting accidentally discharged. He would have been completed his three-year enlistment in September.
Sp/4 Cobb, one of three sons of Mrs. Thelma Cobb, "wanted to go over badly," his mother said.
In September 1966, he enlisted for three years. Last August, he was sent to Vietnam with the 283 M.T. Co.
Cobb attended Benjamin Franklin High School and joining the service. His brothers are Anthony, 16; and Charles, 13.

FOREVER REMEMBERED

"If you are able, save for them a place inside of you....and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.....Be not ashamed to say you loved them....
Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own....And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind...."

Quote from a letter home by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell
KIA 24 March 1970. Distinguished Flying Cross: Shot down and Killed while attempting to rescue 8 fellow soldiers surrounded by attacking enemy forces.

We Nam Brothers pause to give a backward glance, and post this remembrance to you, one of the gentle heroes lost to the War in Vietnam:

Slip off that pack. Set it down by the crooked trail. Drop your steel pot alongside. Shed those magazine-ladened bandoliers away from your sweat-soaked shirt. Lay that silent weapon down and step out of the heat. Feel the soothing cool breeze right down to your soul ... and rest forever in the shade of our love, brother.

From your Nam-Band-Of-Brothers

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