Last year I photographed a local showing of the Vietnam War Memorial. It was incredibly moving. Here are a few of my thoughts.
Bravery is a reaction to fear. Some people run and others stand and fight.
These are images of a touring memory of those brave soldiers, sailors, marines and air force personal who died in Vietnam.
I have been to the Alamo which had the feel of a church. There were tourists inside yet no one spoke.
I have been to Japanese cemeteries where the head stones were so close to each other that it was hard to avoid stopping on them. People had come to the cemetery and left gifts for their departed loved ones.
The churches in Paris where large and only had an alter. There were fold up chairs for the worshipers and an occasional homeless person sleeping on the floor. It somehow seemed to hold its people in its arms.
Russia's places of worship are large and ornate, there was a spirit of worship there.
Never have I seen what was in this little town in NH with the Vietnam War Memorial. So many people reaching out, touching the names of their friends, brothers and fathers. I remembered my Dad, he was a Korean War Vet and he past away in 1990. I sat in the grass and cried. God bless the USA and those that keep us.
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