An early August morning,
A couple years ago,
The time when I usually sing,
Instead to work I did go.
This was not a usual job,
For a 15 year old girl,
I walked in and signed the log,
Then went and the flags I did unfurl.
The Vietnam Moving Wall,
Every day, helping all I can,
To their knees they would fall,
My work I then began.
I learned about the sacrifice,
Of men and women there,
NO gift I could make would suffice,
All I could do was show them I care.
Now I'll drive out again,
To see that Wall,
To talk to the women and men,
And now to my knees I fall.
As I sit there and pray,
For the healing to begin,
As I again walk there every day,
A sacrifice of time, but all to help them win.
Author notes
I worked at the Vietnam Moving Wall, all day every day for a week,and tomorrow I will do it again. I know it's not much, but hey, it's a sacrifice of time that I'm willing to give.
Tabitha
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as a yourg woman, this must be a very hard job. To see the mothers and fathers, Sisters and brothers crying while looking for a name of their loved ones. I don't know what i would do as a child with a job like that. I always tended to memorial cemetary, Calverton, In new york, I would help people find gravesites, as I am sure you helped people find names, And I would walk away with that much more character. It became even harder the day I found my grandfathers grave. We had burried him 2 years earlier, and in all my helping and caring, I forgot. How horrible that feels to admit, But it was then that i decided that one day, I would be a hero.
Thank you so very much for sharing this. -
I can only imagine how hard it would be to work there; with all the sadness surrounding .. a sacrifice indeed, bringing yourself to their level of humility... not all would be able for it
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