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10000 ManiacsThe Big Parade

Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes
a
seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail
from a
city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his
mother's
dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see. Her weight of sorrows
carried long and carried far. "Take these, Tommy, to The Wall."
Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese. He's wandering
and
lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong.
Near
a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he
bites
his lip beside a widow breaking down. She takes her Purple Heart,
makes a
fist, strikes The Wall. All come to live a dream, to join the slowest
parade
they'll ever see. Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried
far,
taken to The Wall.
It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain. His hand's slipping down
The
Wall for it's slick with rain. How would life have ever been the same
if this
wall had carved in it one less name? But for Christ's sake, he's been
dead
over 20 years. He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's
tears,
was it Washington or the Viet Cong?" Slow deliberate steps are
involved.
He takes them away from the black granite wall toward the other
monuments
so white and clean.
O, Potomac, what you've seen. Abraham had his war too, but an honest
war.
Or so it's taught in school.

Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes
a
seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail
from a
city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his
mother's
dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see. Her weight of sorrows
carried long and carried far. "Take these, Tommy, to The Wall."
Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese. He's wandering
and
lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong.
Near
a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he
bites
his lip beside a widow breaking down. She takes her Purple Heart,
makes a
fist, strikes The Wall. All come to live a dream, to join the slowest
parade
they'll ever see. Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried
far,
taken to The Wall.
It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain. His hand's slipping down
The
Wall for it's slick with rain. How would life have ever been the same
if this
wall had carved in it one less name? But for Christ's sake, he's been
dead
over 20 years. He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's
tears,
was it Washington or the Viet Cong?" Slow deliberate steps are
involved.
He takes them away from the black granite wall toward the other
monuments
so white and clean.
O, Potomac, what you've seen. Abraham had his war too, but an honest
war.
Or so it's taught in school.

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