Wednesday, April 1, 2009

My time on the Mall

Wow...not feeling like writing much more so I will make this quick.

My time on the Mall...

It was touristy. Saw all the sights walked the thing twice, which is pretty freaking long. It was a rainy cloudy day but enjoyable. I just processed thoughts and tried learning about and feeling America. This was my second time out there so it was kind of a remembrance of being there with my dad as well.

A couple funny things...

I was walking along and saw a bunch of black SUVs, dudes in suits and road blocks. I figured there was a big meeting going on with a bunch of high level people. I went to one of the front gates where it was a check point/car search area, a lot like Iraq honestly, and asked over the fence to a K-9 police officer what was going on. He told me nothing at the moment. I thought that was kinda odd and asked what they all were guarding. He looked at me and said, "well....The White house is just right over there...." WOW am I a tourist or what. He tried making me feel better by saying the reason you can't see it from here is because of those trees but we both knew...I had no clue where i was.

Second I got lost in the tunnels under the Senate and House Of Representative offices. And it was after hours so out of four buildings there was only one door that I could use to exit the area. I had to find that door! I was the only bum looking dude in the place with a shaggy beard and hair and un-showered for a couple days. Everyone else was walking with purpose and big stacks of paper and business suits with ties. Man did I feel out of place.

Once I did find the door it was good. I got to see something I never would of thought about. There was a wall, well two walls, with the names of every servicemen killed over in Iraq. It was an awesome memorial. It was categorized by month and year. Now thinking about it it was like my Vietnam wall. I was able to find the names of all those that I knew who had been killed in Action during my two tours. I took pictures of it all.

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