To be sure, it's minimalist, but there's no question the people of these United States have come to own it. And how could they not, with the terrible weight of names and names and names--stretching down and back up out of the ground? It's an intensely intimate monument to our national loss.
Walking along the wall, we passed one man doing a brass (granite) rubbing of some man's name. An older couple peered at the name their fingertips were pressed against. Was it a neighbor boy or their son? Surrounded by tears and whispers, children were quiet.
And then the memorials laid in the three of four inch granite trough that runs the length of the wall--so far, 62,000 of them.
Here are some left today...