I am still trying to deal with my emotions of my military experience and what the Wall represents to me. The day I took the pictures I could not bring myself to touch the Wall. I knew in my heart that I would cry for the ones who died and who's names were engraved in the stone. I was overcome with the immensity of the memorial. The way the wall grew in depth in the soil instead of in height above the lawn. The feeling of the tragedy of what happened in Viet Nam overcame me and I wanted to run from my emotions again, but I did not. I stood there very proud of who I was and for the first time I was not ashamed to be a veteran.
I hope the pictures will show how I felt that day and that evening last fall. In a couple of weeks I am returning to DC and I will visit the wall again in an effort to find myself.