|"No!" the Memorial shouts. "It must not be." The names rise from the earth. Even on the coldest days they are somehow warm. They speak . To their buddies. To their wives and children. To mothers, fathers, br others, and sisters. To all young Americans who must prepare for future wars. To all the politicians. To all the generals. To everyone who tries to understand:|
|...We were young. We have died. Remember us.
...We have done what we could but until it is finished it is not done.
...We have given out lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave.
...Our deaths are not ours; they are yours; they will mean what you make them.
...Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say; it is you who must say this.
...We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
...We were young....We have died. Remember us.
Lines from "The Young Dead Soldiers" by Archibald Macleish, as quoted in: Scruggs, Jan C. To Heal a Nation - The Vietnam Veterans Memorial. Harper & Row Publishers. New York: 1985.