22 Jul 2001 "Some people live an entire lifetime and wonder if they have ever made a difference in the world, but the Marines don't have that problem." -- Ronald Reagan -- 19 Feb 2006 This poem was written by a close high school friend of Corporal Shawn who wished for it to be included in his memorial. I bought a book today To see if your name was there. I turned each page with tender care Hesitated then began to stare. Far Too Long The Wall shines in blackness, cold and bleak, Silently screaming name after name, after name. As hands and hearts reach out to grasp They try to heal the open wounds Of what is left of the memories On a black stone Wall, tall and long. Much too Long Blurred reflections look back at us. Are those eyes of the watchers? Or the watched? Slowly I searched, not wanting to find Your name among the others. This represents a black time, long past, Yet, still present. Far Too Long With every thought of you I hope you are still alive And that your name is not there. As I turn page after page I think of all the broken hearts And dreams. Far Too Long I want to think if your name is not there It would mean you are still alive. Yet, when I realize what that could mean I simply pray you have been freed In either life...or death. Although I found your name In Black and white upon the page, I still prefer to wait for you And pray for you each day. Until your return, I will keep you safe, And with me, as I have always done. Far Too Long. - Linda D. Ainsworth Sherley - From his brother, Greg Keller ggkeller@swbell.net

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