the wall

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    After visiting The Wall.

    the wall

     now we are here
    within this wall
    not understanding
    that some of you
    would spit on us
    for doing our duty
    you linger at our Memorial
    some of you
    know the heartbreak
    of a fallen comrade
    some of you
    realize our commitment to your country
    we no longer have our first loves
    the children that we would have nurtured and loved
    are now someone else's
    the dreams that we had
    belong to another
    but, our names are here
    some of you touch us
    thank you
    we will pass it along
    to our fallen comrade's of other wars
    within this wall
    our love for you remains strong
    our obligation to duty and country
    remains deep

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    Teardrops commented on the wall

    02-13-2011

    My late husband was in Nam and this poem is the most touching one i have ever read about the wall thank you so much Marie
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    WriterGenevieve commented on the wall

    01-31-2011

    Thank you - this is beautiful and touching. I am also a veteran...and was in Iraq - and lost friends there. Some were civilians and many were soldiers. We should not forget them...they do a job that most of us would not do ...and we have all that we have because of them...
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    train64

    02/01/2011

    Thank you WG for your sacrifice and service to our country. I wrote this after visiting the Wall in New Orleans in the 80's.

    Redhead505 commented on the wall

    01-27-2011

    Again, truly touches a deep nerve within the heart. So many forget that no matter if you support the reason for the military action being taken, you must always support those who are willing to die for us on command. And very few ever realize how much more than just a heartbeat can be lost while serving our country.
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