Those trying days are gone, we now hold our heads high. We served in very trying time for this country, and never waivered in our beliefs that we were serving OUR country, in support of another. We now have had our recognition, and our parades show this Nations support for those of us who served, but it was too many years in the waiting, and we suffered so much because this great country of ours, did not pay us the due we deserved, until many, many years later.
The "Wall" on the Mall in Washington, DC, bears the names of over 58,000 of those who did not return to their homes and lodges, and it is for those, that I put up this memorial, as well as those of us who survived this bitterly fought war. Please, take the time, to visit the link to the Wall.....The Vietnam Veterans Memorial, see the comments of those before you. You will shed years, as we all have, when you take this emotional trip to the Wall.
Do you stand like me back from the Wall For the Nam Vets in DC? And watch the raw emotions Of the veterans you see?
Do you cringe with pain as I do Feeling empathy for them And all the while still holding back What we too feel within?
Do you wonder at the way the tears Come rushing like a flood To the eyes of aging soldiers Now remembering the blood
Of buddies lost while over there And wounded ones sent home --A place no longer home to them They were each in hell alone
And do you wonder why it took So long for them to come To be here with their fallen kin Where they could come undone?
Why is their grief so raw and strong So many years gone by? I think it is because of how They've kept it all inside
How many years were they denied The healing they must need Their memories of pain and loss Lay dormant like a seed
A nation wished to know them not Respect was seldom shown And they were robbed, our valiant ones Of the feelings that they owned
Until at last when now they meet They're brothers, sisters all They grace us with their pain and tears Here at the soldiers' Wall
They touch the names of those they've missed Their agonies emerge And they hold on to each other While strong emotions surge
They need each other -- we need them! And all of us need Grace To bear the grief so long delayed To offer our embrace
They are our brothers too, I see And sisters, we have shunned They served with valor in the war But here they were outgunned
So if you wonder why they weep Those warriors who've hung on Remember theirs is pent up grief They've held it in too long
So now let's show them that we care As now they come to weep The tears that will bring healing And let's all their vigils keep
And nevermore leave them alone But rather hold them tight Within our arms, as in our hearts At last let's treat them right
Vicki Spencer Tulsa, Oklahoma May 2000 Memorial Day For the veterans
You will go to THE Wall soon...... I will be there only in spirit this time.
The Wall has a long reach...... longer than its length... higher than its height... The Wall can reach into your soul... I know......
I had a guide when I went there... He will be with you.
It's easy to think of your Brothers named on that black granite slab..... as you knew them way back then...... It's only natural..
They aren't like that anymore..... but...they ARE there.... 58,000+ Spirits of our dead Brothers live there --- and in the whole universe - and beyond.
They are freed of the chains of hurt and sorrow that bind us so.
I died once - fact, no posing...... I can tell you our Brothers hold no grudge...... I can tell you that our Brothers are at peace...... I know...I was part way there.
You will feel anguish and sorrow... rightly so... It is sorrow for what is past... Our Brothers feel it no more.
The peace that we all long for is truly already theirs.
They wish the same for their Brothers that they left behind - you and me.... Not the peace of death.....not yet - but the peace of understanding.
We will be together sooner than we can imagine. The Spirits at the Wall know this..... I figure they look forward to it.... but all in good time....
If we've been left behind, it's because we still have a mission. May the Spirits of your Brothers at the Wall help you find your mission - your reason for being.
You/we lived - for luck or reason - I think our Brothers know the reason.
I swear to you, my Brothers..... when you touch that Wall..... *Your* long lost Brothers... will reach into your soul with healing....
Accept it - for you & for them... It is all that they want of you. It is all they want for you....