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I posted tis some time ago, but I think it is appropriate for Memorial Day
May 30, 2022 14:47:24   #
Railfan_Bill Loc: "Lost Wages", Nevada
 
The Mourning Wall

The sun spills its light and warmth
On that cold, black granite wall,
To shed its stillness of fog shrouded mists.
To be drawn to it, to scan the heroes,
But I have turned away,
But I have turned away.

That mourning wall I have tried to view
To see names of my comrades I once knew
I have tried three times to visit them,
To commune with these, my fallen friends,
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

I tried to see but my nerve did falter
To stand in awe at this hallowed altar
To give honor to my brothers-at-arms
While I still live,
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

For I cannot face that black granite wall
With names etched into the cold stone.
Friends and strangers but to share
Only I cannot be there to stare.
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

I have tried to see, but my eyes grow damp,
I cannot gaze through the mist of tears,
I am saddened at the sight of the black block,
All that is left of my brothers in arms.
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

When at last I will go to see
I do not know when the time will be
I will seek out my friends, those on the wall
Who will always live in Heaven’s halls,
Of their family and friends and all
To see, and then,
I will not turn away,
I will not turn away.

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May 30, 2022 15:01:17   #
UTMike Loc: South Jordan, UT
 
Amen.

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May 31, 2022 01:30:24   #
jcboy3
 
Railfan_Bill wrote:
The Mourning Wall

The sun spills its light and warmth
On that cold, black granite wall,
To shed its stillness of fog shrouded mists.
To be drawn to it, to scan the heroes,
But I have turned away,
But I have turned away.

That mourning wall I have tried to view
To see names of my comrades I once knew
I have tried three times to visit them,
To commune with these, my fallen friends,
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

I tried to see but my nerve did falter
To stand in awe at this hallowed altar
To give honor to my brothers-at-arms
While I still live,
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

For I cannot face that black granite wall
With names etched into the cold stone.
Friends and strangers but to share
Only I cannot be there to stare.
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

I have tried to see, but my eyes grow damp,
I cannot gaze through the mist of tears,
I am saddened at the sight of the black block,
All that is left of my brothers in arms.
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

When at last I will go to see
I do not know when the time will be
I will seek out my friends, those on the wall
Who will always live in Heaven’s halls,
Of their family and friends and all
To see, and then,
I will not turn away,
I will not turn away.
The Mourning Wall br br The sun spills its light ... (show quote)


First, I wonder why you turned away so many times.

And second, I wonder what this has to do with photography? Maybe you should take a picture.

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May 31, 2022 06:07:58   #
yssirk123 Loc: New Jersey
 

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May 31, 2022 11:44:48   #
KillroyII Loc: Middle Georgia
 
Railfan_Bill wrote:
The Mourning Wall

The sun spills its light and warmth
On that cold, black granite wall,
To shed its stillness of fog shrouded mists.
To be drawn to it, to scan the heroes,
But I have turned away,
But I have turned away.

That mourning wall I have tried to view
To see names of my comrades I once knew
I have tried three times to visit them,
To commune with these, my fallen friends,
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

I tried to see but my nerve did falter
To stand in awe at this hallowed altar
To give honor to my brothers-at-arms
While I still live,
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

For I cannot face that black granite wall
With names etched into the cold stone.
Friends and strangers but to share
Only I cannot be there to stare.
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

I have tried to see, but my eyes grow damp,
I cannot gaze through the mist of tears,
I am saddened at the sight of the black block,
All that is left of my brothers in arms.
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

When at last I will go to see
I do not know when the time will be
I will seek out my friends, those on the wall
Who will always live in Heaven’s halls,
Of their family and friends and all
To see, and then,
I will not turn away,
I will not turn away.
The Mourning Wall br br The sun spills its light ... (show quote)


thanks, and I remember your previous post.

Had a friend, who was in Vietnam with me, go to the wall on one of the trips that took veterans to D.C.... he suggested I go but I don't feel I can

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Jun 1, 2022 23:10:16   #
PhotogHobbyist Loc: Bradford, PA
 
jcboy3 wrote:
First, I wonder why you turned away so many times.

And second, I wonder what this has to do with photography? Maybe you should take a picture.


Look at the category in which this is placed. general chit chat is for subjects and topics not related to photography.

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Jun 1, 2022 23:16:33   #
PhotogHobbyist Loc: Bradford, PA
 
Railfan_Bill wrote:
The Mourning Wall

The sun spills its light and warmth
On that cold, black granite wall,
To shed its stillness of fog shrouded mists.
To be drawn to it, to scan the heroes,
But I have turned away,
But I have turned away.

That mourning wall I have tried to view
To see names of my comrades I once knew
I have tried three times to visit them,
To commune with these, my fallen friends,
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

I tried to see but my nerve did falter
To stand in awe at this hallowed altar
To give honor to my brothers-at-arms
While I still live,
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

For I cannot face that black granite wall
With names etched into the cold stone.
Friends and strangers but to share
Only I cannot be there to stare.
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

I have tried to see, but my eyes grow damp,
I cannot gaze through the mist of tears,
I am saddened at the sight of the black block,
All that is left of my brothers in arms.
But I have turned away.
But I have turned away.

When at last I will go to see
I do not know when the time will be
I will seek out my friends, those on the wall
Who will always live in Heaven’s halls,
Of their family and friends and all
To see, and then,
I will not turn away,
I will not turn away.
The Mourning Wall br br The sun spills its light ... (show quote)


I finally got to see the travelling wall Sunday past. My brother-in-law's name is on the it. Seeing that monument is a very emotional and touching action. Knowing there are nearly 60,000 names engraved into that black marble is proof of the tragedy from that war. Each name signifies one who gave a life for our country. It is not easy to see a name and not feel emotion.

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