Visiting Washington,
D.C. # 3 – Veterans Day
Monday, I spent another day in Washington to finish up my coursework for Learner’s Edge.
View of Washington D.C. from Lee Mansion |
Not wishing to do all the waiting in the cold for the wreath-laying
ceremony, my friend and I chose to walk the paths through the cemetery. After
visiting the Kennedy graves, the Lee Mansion, and various other graves, we
settled down in the Women in Military Service
for America Memorial to watch a video called “Vietnam Nurses.” Tears began to stream down my friend’s face as
we listened to nurses tell stories of their experiences during the Vietnam War.
Afterwards, she shared that she was crying for what her husband went through as
a soldier in that war.
At the appointed time, we walked back to the bus and had to
wait for the driver. The youngest child on our trip played nearby me. I asked
him how old he was. He looked away, shy. “Should I ask your mother?” I replied.
She said, “Six, that’s how I can always remember how long
ago it was. Mike died in August and he was born in September.” From that point,
others engaged her in the conversation. I stood relieved that I didn’t need to
respond and wondered what happened.
The driver finally showed up. He and the tour guide had been
in a dilemma of not wanting to walk out during the President’s speech to get to
the bus on time. We finally took off, and he delivered us to the American
History Museum. We ooed and awed at the Presidents’ wives’ gowns, watched the
video of past Inaugural balls, and wandered around the rest of the museum.
This time, the driver picked us up promptly. We then visited
various memorials. At one memorial, I chose to stay on the bus, having just
been to that one recently. I overheard the bus driver and another lady talking
about the little boy. I asked about the family. The bus driver told me that Mike,
the little boy’s father, had been on the Black Hawk helicopter in Iraq that crashed
in 2007, killing 14. The mother had brought the little boy to Arlington for the
first time to visit the memorial which included his father’s name.
Next, one of the ex-Army guys on the tour entered the bus. He
carried a homemade card in his hands. “Look what a little boy gave to me!” he
said so pleased and touched. The card had a piece of candy fastened to a
three-by-five piece of paper. Red, white, and blue crayon lines shot forth from
the candy. The veteran on the bus wasn’t the only one with tears in his eyes.
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