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from the heart of I stood staring in awe as my gaze settled upon a black granite wall of memories. As I stood there not a muscle in my body twitched, except for the rhythmic beating of my weary heart. Before me, a great wall, with the names of Fathers, Sons, Mothers, Daughters, Soldiers: Heroes.....carved in stone.
I saw beside me the American Flag, still and unmoving in the bustling
air. I shivered at As
I turned to leave, I hesitated; looked back at
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As I looked at the
granite I saw behind it. A scene of tangled jungles, mud
covered boots, people crying, as their lives came to an unwritten end.
On the ground I saw the bodies of fallen soldiers, bloody and cold from
death. In my heart I felt their pain and fear, which lingered in their
unforgotten souls. 
In my mind I could see them
standing around me, in what was left of their tiger-striped tattered
camouflage. Blood covered, dirty calluses had formed on their hands,
and memories of home were lost in the emptiness of their stares.
the eerie sight. Suddenly, I felt that I wasn’t
alone, as though I were in the presence of a soldier; I paused, not
believing in my feelings. A chill went down my spine as I felt a touch
on my shoulder. I turned to see a woman; a mother, with tears in her
eyes, reading the name of her son. At that moment I realized that the
soldiers have not been forgotten. They live on in our hearts; then,
now, and forever.
