March 13, 2010. Last week I visited the Vietnam Memorial for the first time. I do not feel a way to explain what it was like to be there: it was so many things. Moving, quiet, solemn, beautiful, and melancholic are all descriptive but far too broad. One small but poignant thing that touched me and that I am able to share are the flowers left along the shining granite walls to further honor the soldiers. The flowers lay in couples, some in triples, or more. Their faces, red with blood, turned tenderly toward one another. They looked so peaceful and loving in their reclining.