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| A Shadow On The Wall |
| It was 2:00 a.m in the morning, when he came upon the wall... a dark black "V" of granite, it stands not very tall. The timing was premeditated, he had to be alone... for it's very hard to hear a voice that's etched in stone. He paced those wings of black, looking for a friend... and to reflect upon a moment in time, to a place where they'd once been. Then the panel suddenly appeared, and the voice was once again heard... a long-lost friend had been found, among the whisper of his word. In the silence of the night, it echoed from the wall... "You can let it go now, and thanks for coming to call" And then he moved away, the silhouetted wall began to fade... but looking back he noticed......his shadow....it had stayed. |
- by Twist '67-'68 also known as Carl Michael "Tiny" Readinger U.S.M.C., CAC/CAP |
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I am working with Dennis's remaining family to find and return his remains from Vietnam and shall not rest until Dennis is finally home. It is my hope that others may see this information; and, by adding other information/knowledge to this puzzle, aid us in our search. |
| "As an American asked to serve, I was prepared to fight, to be wounded, to be captured and even prepared to die, but I was not prepared to be abandoned."
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| "The POW experience is like having a serious wound that eventually heals but leaves a permanent ugly scar. We who have survived do not consider ourselves as heroes...only survivors...If there were any heroes among us, it was those who perished...Those who gave up their tomorrow's so we could have our today's."
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