I visit The Wall whenever I'm in D.C. This first time I was there, as a young Captain in the Air Force, I took my camera. I wanted to get one of those touching photos of some vet or family member standing in front of the wall. I figured it would make a good lead-in to a story or article, as I enjoy writing. As I was standing there looking around, I noticed an older man walk up to The Wall, leaning heavily on a cane.
I walked up about four feet behind him, camera in hand and began to raise it to my eye just as the gentleman raised a gnarled hand up to reverantly touch a name. Then I looked past his body to his reflection in the marble, saw the look of pride and loss on his face, and in his eyes. The hand holding the camera dropped to my side, I nodded to the face in the mirrored surface, and then turned silently away. It remains etched in my mind with greater clarity than any two-dimensional image could ever hope to provide.
God bless those who served, those who died, and those who remain behind to cherish their memories.
Sabre