thank you veterans
By diana a
25 May 2013
it's called the wall that heals...
i have this "thing" about vietnam... i don't know what to call it, curiosity? interest? questions?
i have a need to visit the vietnam wall memorial in washington.
i don't know anyone on that wall, i didn't know anyone in vietnam. i do have family and others who were in ww II and, strangely, i know more about it.
i've read a few books by vets, seen movies and tv shows about the vietnam war.
i have a childhood memories of seeing coverage on the news, correspondents riding trucks down dirt roads with thick jungle on either side, soldiers jumping in and out of helicopters, men being carried on stretchers. i can see those images just as clear as if i saw them yesterday.
the week before memorial day, the traveling wall came to my town... a chance to "feed" my "thing".
set up in the library parking lot, there were few people milling about, more volunteers than visitors. older men, vets, a woman with a record book and a very young man who couldn't know anything about vietnam.
the wall wasn't what i expected... i thought i would feel more, the setting was all wrong, cold. those feelings came in the small museum. sadness, anger and pride washed over me as i looked at mementos, copies of letters and thank yous.
i have to go to washington.
thank you from the bottom of my heart to all who have served.