"Speak to me, Wall. I'm listening," I thought as I regarded the Vietnam Veterans Memorial from afar during our Class of 1968 Memorial Ceremony on June 9th. "I don't need to say anything," it seemed to respond.
Taps sounded from the tree line as Dick McClelland, another member of the West Point Class of 1968, used his trumpet playing skills to add to the moment. Tears started. Taps softens hearts to accept reality.
We've lost twenty members of our class to the Vietnam Conflict. The non-war that seemed like war. Their names are carved into the wall. All were honored today. Many had relatives or friends here to accept our sentiments and share their grief with us.
"Look. Come closer. Allow my presence to teach you about me," the Wall seems to whisper reverently. "Find the panel where your friend's name is located. Read it. Read it. Read it again. Notice your thoughts and feelings. OK, Stop and take a deep breath."
"Now step back and view all of me. Notice the wholeness of my message. Allow it to be within you."
"Notice now that your name isn't carved on me. It's OK to feel relieved. And obligated."
"There. Your heart is grasping some of the meaning of my "Granite Truth". Not too fast. Not too much at once."
"Come back when you're ready. Peace to you, too."