I visited Camp Nelson Heritage park In Jessamine County yesterday. I try to avoid Nicholasville Rd. as much as possible, but I braved the Saturday traffic to go see the Traveling Vietnam Wall Memorial.
This is a half-scale replica of the memorial in the nations capitol. All 58,000+ names of the veterans killed or MIA are half-scale, but the emotion and honor surrounding the county side yesterday was nothing half-scale.
I wish I could figure out how to use my digital camera so I could share the images with you all.
At approximately 130pm, the Rolling Thunder arrived. For as far as the eye could see, they came. 200 bikes at least. Following a lead motorcyle displaying the black POW/MIA flag along side the American flag.
Black leather, gray hair, salt and pepper beards, canes, balding heads, and limps they came to pay their respects.
At the bottom of a sloping hill stood a man in the full Scottish kilt uniform, playing the soft mournful sounds of a lone bag pipe as the bikers dismounted and slowly made their way to the Wall.
I knew plenty of men who went to Nam. I am unusually blessed that everyone I knew came home. Yet looking at all those names on the Wall I felt like I knew them. Knew of them, we all do.
One name jumped out at me. Jimmie Joe Jett. What a great name. What a great life, a special life he could have had. He was one of 58,229 who gave their lives that this world be a better place not only for Americans, but for everyone.