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Horror In Glass And Granite I remain haunted even after several months, of experiencing, seeing, feeling the black granite walls which shriek out at me still. Names, thousands of names bear a stark reminder of a senseless war. And the statues begging for help, of nurses tending the dying reach in and pull at my heart. I don't understand, and yet I am so terribly moved. Finally the Holocaust Museum, Stark and forbidding as it should be. Steel and exposed glass of the building hide nothing of the horrors. Shoes, railway cars, and then the ovens. Those ovens remain as a silent memorial that 6 million died. For what - A mad man bent on destruction. Today I write this haunted by my memories, Memories that do not go away. I feel exposed like the steel and glass and granite walls. Rusting... |
Additional Notes:
Today, almost 2 years later since I visited Washington, DC., I am still
affected by the memories, especially after I look through the photos that
I took there. As a Registered Nurse, when I saw the statue of the nurse
tending to the dying soldier, I had to sit down, reflect, and cry. I was
truly overcome.
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