He stood quietly by the wall for an hour. Then he tenderly placed his hand over the name of his lost brother before walking away.
6:45am 7 April 2012
Went to take photographs of the sunrise reflecting into the Vietnam Memorial. Only two words were spoken. I asked "Brother?" and he replied "Brother." As I set up the tripod facing the other direction, I waited while a park ranger on his way to work picked up tiny bits of debris along the wall. And then there was nothing but still and quiet as the sun rose another day on the land of the free and the home of the brave.