In June of 1998, I took a drive from California to visit my sister in Tennessee. I decided to make a trip and go the North Carolina to visit with a veteran brother, whom I had served in Vietnam with. You know we all promised to keep in touch with each other, but never did. Because I was so near I decided to go the "The Wall".

I was not sure what to expect when I arrived. Would I break down and cry? Would I show my anger? How could this wall of names help me? What drove me to visit the wall? It is like I was being forced to go, being pulled with a force greater than anything I had ever experienced.

PEACE