I have been to "The Wall" only once. It's something I can't relate in this forum. Moving doesn't even touch what it is for a Vet. I survived and I don't know that it was fair. Sometimes I wish I would have died with them, but I didn't and I went on to college and medical school. Everyday, everyday, I think of my fallen brethern and everyday I work harder for their memory. I MUST be the best for those that saved me to come back and make a difference. Dear God, let me do the very best for their memory.
My Lady protested when I got the portrait "The Wall" but when I explained to her that I must never forget, she understood and let me hang it, nice frame and all, in in my computer room. She has excepted that it is not depressing, but uplifting, especially after 911.
Rule number one, in war; brave young men die in defense of their country. Rule number two; nothing can be done to change rule number 1, and there are no other rules. My life has been enriched by those men that are gone, those brave men that fought with me. They are saving lives today, but they know that. They are looking down from Heaven and helping me EVERYDAY. Thank you, my brothers. You are not now, nor will you ever be just a name on a wall, you are in my heart, and you are in my soul, and you are in my hands, and you are the better part of a healer of mankind. Every one of you make up the man that I am now.
Got something in my eye, gotta go!