A Thank You to the Many Men and Women Who Never Came Home. KIA, POW, MIA

 

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ULTIMATE SACRIFICE

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow. I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain. I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush; I am in the graceful rush. Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.

(Mary Frye, Memorial Day 1932)