My sorrow for a soldier

[savorie]

I was around 18 years old when my brother, Rick, took me with him on a business trip to Washington D.C. for my first time. While there, one of my major goals was to see the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall, and so we went together. It was a crisp early winter weekday as we walked across a stretch of green, hands stuffed into our overcoats. Tiny

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[fragbert]

I absolutely loved this story. LOVED it.

You need to remain romantic, idealistic, melodramatic, and sentimental. Oftentimes, those attributes change the direction for the better.

This is a reaffirmation that after many years, I still find myself in awe of your soul.

[flamingnerd]

I like your sentimentality. :)

[serynade]

I know I hardly know you but I wanted to let you know how much this story touched my soul. It is an amazing story and I found myself tearing up. It is an amazing heart that can recognize and honor someone you never knew.
When I was at the Wall in High School, one thing I remember distinctly was thinking about how so many of these names were just that...names. Some have no family or friends to remember them by. To remember their sacrifice and dedication to do what many others wouldn't or couldn't.
Thank you for this.

Thank you for sharing this.

[the_ogre]

I don't see it as trite, myself, and I appreciate the words of thanks.

[funcrunch]

Wonderful story. :-)