In 1999, our family vacation took us to Washington, DC. This was a trip full of highlights visiting all the landmarks we knew so well from television and photos, but one in particular stands out.
The mood at the Viet Nam War Memorial was sobering, emotional, and very somber … that huge black wall covered from end to end with the names of the American soldiers who did not make it home.
I was a child during this war and unlike wars before it, this one was a regular feature *live* on the TV news every day. The weight of the losses and the unrest it caused could be felt even in our small town in the north of Canada.
It was impossible to stand at this memorial – watching people who had come to find a name on the wall, with tears streaming down their faces – and not feel deeply moved by it.
All photos were taken by my husband, Gilles.