28 Aug 2004 I went to the Wall because I had a feeling... That one of my brothers was in need of healing... I approached a man of incredible size... As he turned to me I saw the tears in his eyes... He could tell by my limp, and the scars that I bore... That I too was a vet, from the Viet Nam war... We looked at the names on that great granite wall... Brothers to us one and all... Men who had fought, and died by our side... Standing before them with Reverent Pride... Each poem, each patch, each picture as well... Told the whole story of their personal hell... We sat in the grass for an hour or more... Talking, reliving our part of the war... The Fears and despair that filled our mind... The memories of friends we'd left behind... He thanked me for coming to share in his pain... Then he bowed his head and cried only once again... He gave me his name and number to call... And promised to see me again at the Wall... We rose to leave as evening fell... I gave him a hug and I could tell... That someday in the future he'd have a feeling, One of our brothers was in need of healing... "The Healing Wall" Author unknown

 

A Note from The Virtual Wall Golf 2/1 lost two men on 05 Jul 1968, Cpl Richard S. Brown of Ashville, Ohio, and LCpl James Taylor.

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