The Wall is a Memorial for all the People who served in Vietnam We have all heard or knew someone, whos name is on this wall.

I have and that is why I am doing this page. It is dedicated to a few men I knew. I wanted to see the wall but had real mixed feelings, then I went one night after dinner. It moved me so much, that I went back the next night, just to say goodbye, then I went to The Wall the next morning before work, just to sit in the parking lot, and say my goodbyes one last time to friends, and others I never had the chance to meet.

One was my neighbor all through my childhood. Peter, was one of the nicest kids in the neighborhood. Stuck to himself alot and always with his nose in a book. Very smart all through school. Peter, I did say I felt it as a Final Good Bye at the wall. You will always be in my thoughts. Thanks for all the goodtimes as neighbors.

Jack and I knew each other through my cousin whom he graduated with, we hung out from the high school years, what a tease. I think about him everyday also, the fun we had in school. Always hoped that he would come back home. I talked to his Parents, they are such nice people, when his parents were at the Vietnam Jam, a few years ago, and how and what they have gone through to try and find out if he is alive, the stories that were told at the Jam was heartbreaking, not a dry eye in the firehouse. David Forsyte, from Another World was there, he also told his story about the War, and what has and had happen to him. Jack, thanks for what you have done, wish you were here, party hardy up there as we know your in heaven. Keep a eye out and watch over your family, as they sure love you as everyone did that knew you.

Casey, I know you did your best, as you always did. You were a great friend, I will always remember all the good parties, and the one that you were going to have when you came home. Someday we all will be with you, and guess what?That will be one hell of a party, Casey. Well, I said my farewells, I know I won't ever forget the Moving Wall or Any of my friends, that is, Casey, Jack, and Peter, there will always be a place in my heart for you. See ya sometime.

I am also adding some pictures that Christie and I took those days at the Wall



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He as a friend sent me this song, author songwriter Timothy J
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WHAT IS A VET? Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity. Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking. What is a vet? He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel. He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel. She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang. He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL. He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs. He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep. He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come. He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs. He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known. So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say "Thank You." That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".

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