I saw it in 1985. Have not been back since and don't think I will go back. No disrespect, it was just too damned emotional for me, going there with a life long friend, finding her dad on the wall and making a rubbing of his name. She treasures that piece of now yellowed paper as much as anyone can treasure a memory of someone loved and lost. She grew up not having many memories of her father, she was born in '62, he was deployed '67, KIA 1968. Visiting the monument and making a rubbing of his name seemed to ease a lot of her pain.
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