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The late-night flight to D.C. had been a spur of the moment thing, though I'd promised myself for a long time of the need to go. To pay a debt, I said, as it that could in some small... read more »
During my only visit to the Viet Nam Memorial in Washington, D.C. I was determined not to make this my catharsis but just visit. As I walked slowly and quietly down the walk my eyes caught a letter almost... read more »
Folks: I was a young mother, poet, student and protester during the Vietnam War. However, it wasn't until a few years ago that I could bring myself to visit The Wall. And, even then, my reaction to it could... read more »
I escorted the body of a friend back to the U.S. from Viet Nam — from Nha Trang to Japan to California to Dover, Delaware to Washington, D.C. — by truck by plane by hearst. I hadn't seen him... read more »
I wrote this poem after visiting the memorial for the first time in 1985. I would greatly appreciate it if it could be forwarded to Maya Lin. Thanks. The Vietnam War Memorial At night it seems a hole in... read more »
We were teachers in northern Greece in l965-l966 at an American school, and were summer-traveling in Zurich,Switzerland when we accidentally drove into a pedestrian-only park. A little old Swiss lady,waving her umbrella,stepped in our path to stop our car.... read more »
The war left external and internal scars, some healing faster than others. I wanted to go, was very curious and actually excited about my M.O.S.(11 Bravo). After landing at Bien Hoa, all of my senses seemed to click on,... read more »
At the time of the killings at Kent State, I was already teaching in the high school where I still teach. A group of students staged a sit-in in the commons area. A number of them were cutting classes... read more »
My brother served in Viet Nam during 1968-1969. His name was Douglas Gene Van Natter, and he served with C Battery, 2nd Bt, 4th Arty and B Battery, 2nd Bn, 9th Arty. I was too young to really understand... read more »
My life has changed in more ways than I will ever perceive. From the narrow perspective of an inner city slum kid who never traveled (even within the state where he lived) to study and following of a philosophy... read more »
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