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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;
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Heroes Carved In Stone
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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.
