You see them touch the Wall
Over a name that gave their all.
Wonder at the story there,
The contribution not so small.
As they offer a silent prayer,
You wonder who they are,
And who they lost
To travel so far.
The tears they shed at the cost,
Shed for the gut wrenching loss,
Of this one who had to fall,
And the war that was lost.
You see them touch the Wall
Over a name that gave their all.
Wonder at the story there
Of one that answered their country’s call.
It reminds me of the living dead. War is human tragedy for all, the loser as well as the winner. Well written. Thoughtful tribute to the lost souls alive or dead-alive.
You, Huck, like those who touch the wall, have touched a raw nerve in the mind of a country that is late coming to terms with the fact that those young men who died in that God-forsaken place were heroes regardless of the political stance of those who did not respond. Duty and death is the same in all causes, acceptable or unacceptable. No boys died there ... only men. This country needs to let it's remaining thousands of vets know (though it be late in coming) that we appreciate, and honor them.
John