The Moving Wall

Last week, the Vietnam Memorial 'Moving Wall' was in Selma. The day I had planned to go see it was a windy, rainy, nasty day. All the flowers and tents that had been set up around the wall were blown over. There was no one there but me. The rain soaked my shirt and shoes as I walked up and down the wall, looking at names of men who died before I was born at an age younger than I am now. I didn't let the rain bother me, though. I realized it was a small price for me to pay compared to the price they paid.