Gone, but not forgotten.

The following poem was sent to me by Cheryl Rakow, SSG, 152 LS, LGC,
Author Unknown

Wall Poem

At First there was no place for us to go until someone put up the Black
Granite Wall. Now, everyday and night, my Brothers and 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 Mamma!
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 of 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 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 senses 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 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 THEM and EVERYONE there
today, as loud as I can.... THANKS FOR REMEMBERING and as others 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.

Author Unknown...

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