Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington

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  Kristin Haun

  :: 12 May 2018 10:26:58

  Everything I ever imagined... My grandfather fought in this war and my great uncle died in it. I am honored to get to see his name and have the time to spend here.

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  Bev Stevens

  :: 22 April 2018 12:58:32

  Be prepared to take your time and truly soak in the emotions here. Absolutely beautiful! I visited this memorial when I was in my early teens. Honestly I was not prepared for the overwhelming feelings. I had been taught about the war but truly did not understand the amount of lives lost. From a young adults perspective not understanding the total cost of war it was tough. I cried without personally knowing anyone on the list. After I returned home I looked into family members who had fought during this combat and I have a much greater appreciation for the loss. Please take time to go see this memorial in person if you ever get the chance.

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  Mark Thornton

  :: 20 April 2018 16:50:02

  Very impressive memorial. Simplistic design, but so powerful in meaning. Incredible place to visit. You can see and feel the connection of the people which have relatives and friends on the wall. The polished granite is beautiful.

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  Oliver Peckham

  :: 17 April 2018 16:05:40

  Simple, stunning memorial that captures the scope and tragedy of the Vietnam War. Usually a pretty somber walk, but well worth a visit. Close to the other memorials. Typically not too crowded as long as you visit not on a summer holiday.

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  jar8425

  :: 23 March 2018 11:54:08

  I was at the March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay and Bi Equal Rights and Liberation in 1993 when I was running late but I saw this gentleman at The Wall. I was in a hurry to get to the actual March and had to cross the Mall to get there. I'd already zoomed around The Quilt commemorating people who had died of AIDS when I suddenly noticed a man standing at The Wall. He was middle-aged and was dressed for the March in his best leather gear. He stood there, sobbing, with his finger on a name on The Wall. I honestly didn't think it best to disturb him when the weight of his loss drove him to his knees. I fled. As I did I heard concerned voices asking after him, comforting him. I went back later, trying to get an idea whose name has touched him so much but was unsuccessful. That experience haunts me to this day.