03/29/2024
From my novel, The Last Lost Warrior, for Vietnam Veterans Day:
Tom leaned forward rubbing his hands as if to wash them without soap or water.
"My first trip to the wall. My young friend Malikah graduated from Fisk. I'd been to her commencement. General Powell spoke. Malikah's mother had business in Washington, and I had an agency meeting. We met at the Memorial."
Tom folded his hands leaned back and looked up at the ceiling through moist eyes..
"I'd seen the traveling wall, but it's not the same. I think it's about the way the stone rises from the ground, biggest damn tombstone ever, made for all the men we'll never meet again."
Cheeks wet, Tom smiled.
"Malikah and I thought I was doing pretty well. I was cool. I was keeping it together.
The guardians at the wall are all old grunts like us, each in some uniform of his choice, some outward sign, jungle fatigues on one, a boony hat on another, several with a Division Patch, each declaring in his own way that he'd made the long damned trip with us.
"Midway down at the belly of the wall, a grizzled grunt grabbed a young girl leaning over the wall, almost dangling too far down from the top.
"'Don't', he said; 'You'll fall.'"
"Next to me a short guy said.'I was just trying to get a rubbing of my brother's name.'
"Well I'm a tall guy. Six foot three inches last time I looked. I could fix the problem. Piece of cake."
Tom smiled broadly, somehow amused at his own naiveté.
"Is that the name? I asked the short guy, pointing with my finger where the girl had reached. He nodded yes.
"They hand out paper for rubbings with large leaded pencils for the families at the wall. I took his, paper in my left, pencil in right, and reached up with both hands to the name of one I never knew."
Briefly, Tom bowed his head forward now as if in prayer, and then he straightened, spoke again looking each of us in the eye.
"Stretching to the top of my reach, I felt my hands pressing against the wall, its size and weight, suddenly crushing and enormous. One more time for just one more task, I was reaching out, giving support, and comfort to a long dead brother."