11/12/2013 by syrbal-labrys
First, a miserable confession. I did not get the 8200+ names read through for Veterans’ Day and the 10th anniversary of the first public night of the Walk of the Fallen Memorial Labyrinth. I got through the spring of 2007, and then my back began to spasm and I had an asthma attack. I gave up, I defaulted on my own desire to read the lists. But as bad as I feel about that, I still HAVE the names, I still count the losses with beads, and I still walk the dead inward, in as near as I can get to formal mourning. Because the ‘second” thing as I finally can stand upright again this morning? Getting rid of troops as a military winds down…throwing them out with the yellow ribbon magnets?
You really have to wonder what is going on and whose name was on what must be an unwritten order to chapter out as many GIs as possible so they won’t get veterans’ benefits including medical help for things like PTSD.
So, we didn’t learn enough about the mess in Viet Nam to stay out of a similarly horrid mess in the sand, but we did learn, apparently, even more about discarding the men sent in our steads.