American Warrior
Autumn's Wall: My November journey to The Wall
The National Vietnam Veterans
Memorial, Constitution
Gardens, Washington, D.C.
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I stroll along the boulevard walkway to the north, and see an American
flag waving on its pole. A small crowd is standing nearby and then move
slowly, reverently, away to the west. Only a few remain, and then I realize
the few are bronze warriors--the three Fighting Men sculpture.
I look closely at their weary youthful faces--their eyes...so tired...so
exhausted...and remember. I realize they have lost more than their
youth.
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I am drawn to follow their gaze
westward--to The Wall.
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An instant lump forms in my throat,
and my eyes mist. I feel that I might lose it. Others are near, and
they too seem taken by the power of The Wall's presence. It is so ... and I cannot find words to describe the simplicity and scale of
the Memorial. I walk to the southwest entrance and people are quietly,
reverently, moving to and fro. It begins at surface level and as you
stroll along, too many names to read, gently dips ever deeper until
you find yourself in the center of the V and the names towering above
you.
A numbness seems to take over from
the choking feeling. Grandparent-types stand before a red-white-and-blue
wreath. The old man's eyes are closed and he simply shakes his head
as if trying to make sense of it all.
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