|A sample of what was left at the wall. My personal photo, do not yoink.|
Finally, after weeks of anticipation, the Marines arrived in Cleveland for Marine Week. The city has been filled with artillery and displays from the Marine Corp. My grandfather was a Marine and so was my favorite uncle, so they hold a special place in my heart, and let's face it, they are Marines.
|Marine Honor Guard walking the wall.|
The most stunning sight was the Wall. Even though it was a small portion, the hardcore bikers in tears as they made impressions of the names of their fallen buddies was enough to make me sniffle.
Even as he was told his watch was soon over, he never stopped, never nodded in agreement that he understood. He just kept walking.
If the Wall didn't make me emotional enough, climbing up to see all of the flags of the soldiers that have been killed, some with pictures attached, did it. Needless to say, I hopped back down pretty quickly. My dad stuck around a bit and talked to the vets, but I had to move on.
On our way out, we snagged our shirts as we headed to the Tribe game. I think my dad said it best, "If those are the young men guarding our country, I fell damn safe."