My Father and I.

My father and I started walking down the long, black, shiny wall. As we got closer are steps were slower. We moved with hesitation. My heart began to beat faster, and I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach. My father squeezed my hand as we approached a statue of three men cast in bronze. The Vietnam Veteran's Memorial or "The Wall" lay just beyond, but we found ourselves unable to move. My …

…with him. Our trip to the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial helped to bring us closer together. He is able to look forward to the future instead of dwelling on the past. I like to believe my presence there was responsible for this outlook. As for me, I was able to see the human side of war. My father's grief made me realize that the pain of war could go on much longer than the actual battle.