I read a little story about the wall a few years ago. It went like this. A few years ago a group of teen girls, obviously on a school trip, were visiting the wall. They walked along, talking and laughing, oblivious to the wall. Near the end of the wall one girl stopped, looked at the wall for a moment, and said softly, "Wow. All those guys really died." The wall brought it home for her, made it real.
There's a wall in Washington And it's made of cold black granite They say 60,000 names are etched there in it In that wall in Washington A father, he travelled from far away To walk the path until he finds that name He reaches his hand up and traces each letter The tears they fall as his memories gather For the boy who filled his heart with pride Is now but a name that's been etched In the side of this wall in Washington A mother she travelled from far away To walk the path until she finds that name She reaches her hand up and traces each letter The tears they fall as her memories gather She feels the baby at her breast But her heart it breaks because all that is left Is this wall in Washington A boy, he travelled from far away To walk the path until he finds that name He reaches his hand up and traces each letter He stares at the name of his unknown father His heart is young and it's filled with pain In anger he cries out "Who is to blame for this wall in Washington That's made of cold black granite? Why is my father's name etched here in it In this wall in Washington?"
Those 50,000 plus names on that wall is the reason I will never vote for a Democrat. That wall and a body bag in 1967. May LBJ be roasting in hell forever.
My best wishes to all the Vietnam veterans and their families. Iris has done you proud. She's a treasure.
I read a little story about the wall a few years ago. It went like this.
A few years ago a group of teen girls, obviously on a school trip, were visiting the wall. They walked along, talking and laughing, oblivious to the wall. Near the end of the wall one girl stopped, looked at the wall for a moment, and said softly, "Wow. All those guys really died."
The wall brought it home for her, made it real.
There's a wall in Washington
And it's made of cold black granite
They say 60,000 names are etched there in it
In that wall in Washington
A father, he travelled from far away
To walk the path until he finds that name
He reaches his hand up and traces each letter
The tears they fall as his memories gather
For the boy who filled his heart with pride
Is now but a name that's been etched
In the side of this wall in Washington
A mother she travelled from far away
To walk the path until she finds that name
She reaches her hand up and traces each letter
The tears they fall as her memories gather
She feels the baby at her breast
But her heart it breaks because all that is left
Is this wall in Washington
A boy, he travelled from far away
To walk the path until he finds that name
He reaches his hand up and traces each letter
He stares at the name of his unknown father
His heart is young and it's filled with pain
In anger he cries out
"Who is to blame for this wall in Washington
That's made of cold black granite?
Why is my father's name etched here in it
In this wall in Washington?"
Those 50,000 plus names on that wall is the reason I will never vote for a Democrat. That wall and a body bag in 1967. May LBJ be roasting in hell forever.