The first time I visited the wall was in 1993. I saw a letter someone had placed below a name. It told about how a man came to America, worked very hard, had a family, successful children who went into public service (doctors, I believe). And at the end, it explained why the man and his family had worked so hard...so that the American man who saved his life by laying down his own wouldn't have done it in vain. To ensure that he and his family earned the price of that man's sacrifice every single day of their lives--and never forgot.
Moving doesn't begin to describe it.
“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”
― Albert Einstein
Doing the popular thing is not always right. Doing the right thing is not always popular