Last week, our little town hosted the Vietnam Memorial Wall.
I went with my students on Thursday, and again on Saturday with T, the kids, and T's dad.
The students didn't seem to really comprehend the magnitude of what the wall represented, but I think it made an impact.
One of T's dad's best friends were killed in the war.
Compared to Rich, I can't really comprehend the magnitude of what it represented, either.
Looking at that wall made me feel...incapable of expressing the gratitude men and women who fight to protect my life deserve.