This page is dedicated to Bill Dudenbostel who died of cancer from Agent Orange. Bill was born William Louis Dudenbostel on 23 December, 1946. He died on 21 October, 1990. Bill was in ASA and a member of the Green Beret's.
Although he is not on the Wall he should be, as should ALL the victims of Agent Orange. Rest in Peace Bill...we miss you and love you.
INSIDE THE WALL
At first there was no place for us to go until someone put up that Black
Granite Wall. Now, everyday and night, my Brothers and my Sisters wait
to see the many people from places afar file in front of this Wall.
Many stopping briefly and many for hours and some that come on a regular
basis.
It was hard at first, not that it's gotten any easier, but it
seems that
many of the attitudes towards that war that we were involved in have
changed. I
can only pray that the ones on the other side have learned something and
more Walls as this one, needn't be built.
Several members of my unit and many that I did not recognize have
called me to the Wall by touching my name that is engraved upon it. The
tears aren't necessary but are hard even for me to hold back. Don't
feel
guilty for not being with me, my Brothers. This was my destiny as it is
yours, to
be on that side of the Wall. Touch the Wall, my Brothers, so that we
can
share in the memories that we had. I have learned to put the bad
memories aside
and remember only the pleasant times that we had together. Tell our
other
Brothers out there to come and visit me, not to say Good Bye but to say
Hello and be together again, even for a short time and to ease that pain
of loss that we all share.
Today, an irresistible and loving call comes from the Wall. As I
approach I can see an elderly lady and as I get closer I recognize
her, It's Momma! As much as I have looked forward to this day, I have
also
regretted it because I didn't know what reaction I would have.
Next to her, I suddenly see my wife and immediately think how hard it
must have been for her to come to this place and my mind floods with the
pleasant memories of 30 years past.
There's a young man in a military
uniform standing with his arm around her......My God!......It has to be
my son.
Look at him trying to be the man without a tear in his eye. I yearn to
tell him
how proud I am, seeing him standing tall, straight and proud in his
uniform.
Momma comes closer and touches the Wall and I feel the soft and gentle
touch I had not felt in so many years. Dad has crossed to this side of
the Wall and through our touch, I try to convey to her that Dad is doing
fine and is no longer suffering or feeling pain. I see my wife's
courage
building
as she sees Momma touch the Wall and she approaches and lays her hand on
my
waiting hand. All the emotions, feelings and memories of three decades
past flash between our touch and I tell her that it's all right. Carry
on
with your life and don't worry about me. I can see as I look into her
eyes
that she hears and understands me and a big burden has been lifted from
her.
I watch as they lay flowers and other memories of my past. My lucky
charm that was taken from me and sent to her by my CO, a tattered and
worn teddy bear that I can barely remember having as I grew up as a
child
and
several medals that I had earned and were presented to my wife. One of
them is the Combat Infantry Badge that I am very proud of and I notice
that my
son is also wearing this medal. I had earned mine in the jungles of
Vietnam
and he had probably earned his in the deserts of Iraq.
I can tell that they are preparing to leave and I try to take a mental
picture of them together, because I don't know when I will see them
again. I wouldn't blame them if they were not to return and can only
thank them that I was not forgotten.
My wife and Momma near the Wall
for
one final
touch and so many years of indecision, fear and sorrow are let go.
As
they
turn to leave I feel my tears that had not flowed for so many years,
form
as if
dew drops on the other side of the Wall.
They slowly move away with only a glance over their shoulder. My son
suddenly stops and slowly returns. He stands straight and proud in
front of me and snaps a salute. Something makes him move to the Wall
and he puts his hand upon the Wall and touches my tears that had formed
on the
face of the Wall and I can tell that he sense my presence there and the
pride
and the love that I have for him. He falls to his knees and the tears
flow
from his eyes and I try my best to reassure him that it's all right and
the tears
do not make him any less of a man.
As he moves back wiping the tears
from
his eyes, he silently mouths, God Bless you, Dad. God Bless, YOU, Son.
We
WILL meet someday but in the meanwhile, go on your way. There is no
hurry.
There is no hurry at all.
As I see them walk off in the distance, I yell out to THEM and EVERYONE
there today, as loud as I can, THANKS FOR REMEMBERING and as other on
this side of the Wall join in, I notice that the US Flag that so proudly
flies in front of us everyday, is flapping and standing proudly straight
out in
the wind today,
"THANK YOU ALL FOR REMEMBERING"
For he today, that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother.
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