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Monday, May 28. 2012

It's Hard To Find Words


Several years ago I stood in front of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial wall, and stood, and stood. Someone with me asked what I felt. I had no words and was silent. -- Early this morning, my boys and I will go to Rosecrans National Cemetary. I probably still will have no words. Sometime in the future, my sons may as they see the rows upon rows of graves and the many silent men and women within, and the loss in the faces of those standing, and hopefully my sons will be better than I am at expressing their feelings of deep missing and the honor of being in their presence.

Posted by Bruce Kesler at 00:14 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)

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When I visited the Vietnam War Memorial, the 23rd Psalm came to my mind. The Vietnam War Memorial recreated the valley of the shadow of death. A very stirring monument.

The Lincoln Memorial also evoked strong emotions in me.
#1 Gringo on 2012-05-28 00:47 (Reply)
Bruce,

[i]"will be better than I am at expressing their feelings"[/]

IMO I believe you just did...with honour and silence.
#2 Garry on 2012-05-28 05:14 (Reply)

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