THE WALL OF FACES

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

I want to proudly say that Roy Cochran was my uncle. I never met him because he died before I was born. However, he is a legend and a hero to me. I thank God for brave men like Uncle Roy who have paid the ultimate price to secure and defend our freedom. I'm also reminded of the greatest soldier of all. The Lord Jesus Christ. Who defeated sin, death, and hell so that we could be saved. (John 3:16)

Dear Lt Roy Cochran,
Thank you for your service as an Infantry Unit Commander. December is here, along with all the preparations. It is almost Christmas. 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.

Dear 1LT Roy Benjamin Cochran, 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.

With respect, Sir

Curt Carter

I was in the fifth grade when my uncle died. He always called me 'Skeeter'. I have no idea why. My memories of him are few because he was in the military for most of the time I remember. The part of his character I remember is his playfulness and humor toward me and my cousins. He had a wonderful sense of humor. His death was very hard for my grandparents and his brothers and sisters. It still is for his remaining siblings.

The day we got word he died, my grandfather, dad, sister, and several cousins had gone fishing. When we returned late that night my mom was still up [very unusual]. She told us my aunt had called and Uncle Roy had been killed when a mine exploded. It took two weeks for his body to ship home. My aunt allowed the government to pay for his shipment to Grover for his families service and she paid for his body to be shipped to San Antonio where she lived for a service and burial.

My cousin Donise was only a few months old. He never got to see her but my aunt recorded her laughing and cooing for him to hear. Donise never knew the recordings existed but after my aunt died she found them. I received a phone call and she was crying. Donise thought at first the voice was my dad's. She had never heard her father's voice.

Uncle Roy, today, is a grandfather and still very loved, remembered, and missed. We understood his love of country and willingness to serve and are thankful to him and the others who sacrificed all they had for our country.