Above is the Vietnam Memorial. There was a bunch of grade school kids visiting the place and I heard them talking. They have no personal connection with a war that ended a quarter century before they were born. It is almost as remote to them as World War I was to me. It is not their war, nor even their fathers’. Vietnam is something their grandfathers may have experienced. Funny how fast time moves and how the defining events of your life are just history now.
Above is the MIA booth. They sell mementos, medals and patches. Below is snow removal near the Memorials.
Below is the path along the reflecting pool going toward the Washington Memorial
