I have never had the chance to visit the Vietnam War Memorial Wall in Washington DC; so when I heard that the replica of ”The Wall that Heals” was going to be in our area this weekend. I knew that we had to go. I was instantly struck by the sheer number of names that were meticulously carved in black granite. Even on this hot July day, the stone was eerily cold to the touch. I watched as many took rubbings of the names of friends and loved ones who paid the price for our freedom with their very lives. Tears began to flow unchecked as I wandered under the tent and saw actual notes and gifts that have been left at the wall over the years. In those moments, I felt the pain of loss as if those men and woman were my own family members.
I guess when you think about this melting pot of humanity that we call home, we are all family and our surname is American. God Bless America!
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