The Wall??? Been there.
The one thing that stuck out to me was that, while you could easily take a picture of it, there's no way you could ever capture it on film.
Oh, you could fit it in the camera frame, but you could no more take an adequate picture of it than you could add up the lost potential of 59,000 American lives.
And believe me, I tried to photograph it. Different angles, different perspectives, varying foregrounds and backdrops. It was as if in person you could see and feel the humanity there, but the film only captured granite, grass, blue sky, shadows and sunlight.
Its a spiritual experience - something beyond words, beyond full comprehension. A complex web of emotion - sadness, pride, anger, patriotism, and a lust for vengeance. Someone needs to take responsibility here. If God doesn't make them pay, then He'll have to apologize to Sodom and Gomorrah.
I guess you come away from The Wall changed. A better person, yet robbed of some of your innocence. And resolved to never let it happen again. Not the resolve of the pacifist or the peace-nik, but the resolve that never again would your countrymen die in vain. Some things are worth dying for. But when you can look at a wall of 59,000 names, and not have a good reason "Why," then you know you've got to do better next time.