The sky was clear and bright as I stepped out on my porch Saturday morning. A familiar drone seemed strangely out-of-place and soon grew to the determined chopping of an “H” model Huey as it defied gravity over a still sleepy Main St.
I had heard of the traveling wall and was surprised to know it was here just a few blocks away!
In an instant, thousand of miles and decades of time all melted away and it was 1970 all over again. Some very special brothers and sisters had come to visit.
This wall stands on the same lawn where cheerleaders applaud their teams, high school seniors lounge while sharing their visions and silver haired grandparents watch graduation ceremonies.
Our reflections move like ghosts behind the names etched in stone. They are the names of those who paid for this ground with their futures.
You are loved. We miss you. Thank you.
Claus you said it perfectly and captured what it’s about.
The pictures are outstanding and your words convey the emotions. Thank you my friend.
May we never forget.