I am a far and distant land in Southeast Asia, hot, humid and rainy, with hills and densely forested jungles and mountains, a place long forgotten, of times past .
I am whispers on the wind and faces in the mist. I am the soul of the resting place for the countless Americans and unknowns and those unccounted for loved ones.
I am a place where when my name is spoken it brings unbearable pain in the hearts of the every veteran, father, mother, wife, brother, sister, and child. I am the tears shed by buddies and loved ones.
I represent the longest war ever fought in U.S. history, every drop of blood shed of those 58,479 names on the black granite wall, and much anguish and pain for the 2.7 million Americans who served "In Country," 3000,000 wounded and 75,000 permanently disabled.
I am the spirit of those young men and women who gallantly and honorably served their Country, who came back home, not the same, older than before their time, or not at all.
I am the whispers on the wind, the faces in mist, and the memories etched on every Vietnam Veterans mind and heart.
I AM THE SPIRIT OF THE VIETNAM WAR!
It is my hope that you will find something here within this quiet place to help ease your pain. May your memories speak to your heart and touch your soul, to each of you differently, but to everyone the same. May you find some comfort, peace and healing.
