Nature has dropped a blanket of snow on the grave of our loved one. May he rest in peace.
There are lots of nice things to remember - his boundless energy for work or play, his genuine friendliness, his jolly laugh, his really unique sense of humor coupled with a broad smile for all.
This undeclared war had changed him some. His frequent letters told us that. A few phrases etched in our minds are these:
"Max won't be coming back with me. It wasn't easy to go out to pick up his gear"
"I have never felt so close to God as today. The mortar that landed by my foxhole didn't go off. It was a dud."
"Sorry Mom, but I'm not exactly in Supply anymore. It's hard to explain, but I can't stand not being out there with my buddies."
"I pray for the strength to guide the men in my platoon. If something were to happen to just one, I don't know what I would do."
"I can't eat lunch today, so I thought I'd write instead. I lost two of my men just outside Hue."
Each letter ended with "Don't worry about me. I'm just fine and going to stay that way."
His last letter arrived only hours after the telegram telling of his death. It started "When you receive this we will be in Khe Sanh. Tomorrow we start the big push."
Some day we will read the letters again. He seemed to know just what he was fighting for. We may have doubts about this strange war, but complacent we would never want to be. We won't relax until all of Dick's buddies are home - the 1st Cavalry, the 101st Airborne, the Americal, the 9th and 4th divisions, all the brave Marines, and every American fighting in that far-off, war-scarred land.
Mr. and Mrs. DAN FAHRENBRUCH
639 South Loomis Street
(EDITOR'S NOTE - Mr. and Mrs. Fahrenbruch are the parents of Sgt. Richard Fahrenbruch who recently was killed in action in Vietnam.