Word, Devildog. I saw the moving wall as a kid at an event called Firebase Cleveland, which was an annual VVA event that went from city to city each year, of which my dad was a member. He and I got to walk with his VVA chapter in a parade downtown, and they had the wall set up. I was old enough to understand what it meant, but not far enough in life yet for the gravity of it to weigh on me. Having served and lost friends myself now, things like the Wall and the WWII memorial are more than just pretty pieces of stone to me.