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Ironrifle Member Posts: 664 ✭✭✭✭
edited November 2008 in US Military Veteran Forum
will be in Oregon over the Memsorial Day weekend I believe....I got to go to Washington DC and it was amazing.......Lots of feelings....It was interesting to see a display of things that had been left at The Wall in the Smithsonian....I got to pay tribute to a couple comrades and soak it all in....Lots of Vets there......am going to try and make it down to Portland and see it this weekend.....
Standing, Staring, Looking At the Wall
By C.G. Woodard
At dawns first light he sees it, standing cold and dark and wet,
Half hidden by the ghost like fog, the crowd hasn't got here yet.
He hears it has the power, to take away his pain,
He's come to see and take a chance, he has everything to gain.
He reaches out to touch it, afraid of what he'll feel.
Chokes back his fears, holds back his tears and swears he will not flee.
Standin', starin', lookin' at the wall,
He hasn't seen their faces, since the night they gave their all,
He's waited thirty years, to answer to their call,
And now he's standin', starin', lookin' at the wall.
He reaches for the wall once more, one look and then he'll go,
Haunting eyes stare back at him, still empty, filled with woe.
The scars upon his body are not the ones he feels,
His mind is where his trouble lies; he's here to get it healed.
He starts his search upon the wall, new guilt with every name,
So many names are listed, this once great nations shame.
Their names are like a roll call list, etched in that cold black stone,
He should be listed with them, but he's standing here alone,
As he re-lives the battle, a chill runs through his bones,
He remembers now how each one looked and knows he's not alone,
He seeks in its reflection, an answer to their call,
It's their eyes staring at him now, forgiving from the wall.
Standin', starin', lookin' from the wall,
He hasn't seen their faces, since the night they gave it all,
They waited thirty years, for him to answer to their call,
Now their standin', starin', lookin' from the wall.
My dad was in vietnam from 71 to 72ish....
He didnt have any outwardly problems, he s been a great dad to his 3 boys, although he was discharged for battle fatigue, and taking shrapnel fire in his ankle....
he taks about it if i ask, but doesnt volunteer the info very easily.
Do you think it would be cool to ask him to go on a trip there with me?
Im kinda nervous asking him.
I`d like to go back one more time, just don`t want to make the long drive by myself. If I can find someone to make the trip with, I`ll be in DC for Veterans Day!
If Sandy could be by herself, I would be glad to pick you up and make the trip with you, but she needs me here.