If you didn’t lose anyone, if you’re not a survivor of war, you don’t realize the magnitude of this statement. It wasn’t until until I was face to face with the Traveling Vietnam Veterans Wall that I had an inkling of what that meant.
Standing there with my boys and dsbf I was overcome. On the verge of tears, though there wasn’t a familiar name. I saw no faces. Just names upon names.
When you see these 58,000+ who laid down their lives, it can make you feel selfish. Lucky. Insignificant. All kinds of emotions ebb and flow as you walk the length of that wall, praying for the souls and the families of those etched upon it.