Sunday, August 18, 2013
I love Washington D.C., I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps because of the history behind the place. As someone who loves history, I suppose it was natural that I would love DC.
Mind you, there is much that goes on within the District that I find hateful and distressing, but that's politics and of that I will not speak. At least not today.
There is a place in DC that I love, yet hate at the same time. I hate the reason for the place but I love the fact that it commemorates the lives and sacrifices of so many young Americans. Americans who gave their lives in the cause of Freedom.
Technically speaking, it's the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. To my generation it is just "The Wall".
A couple of years back I had the opportunity to visit DC with my wife, our two daughters and our oldest granddaughter. We had the occasion to visit The Wall.
We walked slowly along, me looking with some intensity at the names inscribed there.
When we got to the end, I turned and looked back, the WSO said, "Dad, why didn't you take any pictures?"
I told her that it just didn't feel like a place to take photographs. It's hallowed ground to me. It just seemed wrong to take pictures. Not that I would begrudge others doing so. It's just not something I would do.
Behind The Wall, as you can see in the picture above, there are trees. While the ladies went off to do something, I spent quite a long time sitting amongst those trees. Watching the squirrels, listening to the birds. It was a lovely day. I decided to enjoy it on behalf of the 58,209 who could not. Those whose names are inscribed on The Wall.
It is the very least I could do to honor their sacrifice.
I will never forget them...