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Interpret:
10000 Maniacs
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| The Big Parade
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Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes
a
seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mothers mail
from a
city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. Hell go live his
mothers
dream, join the slowest parade hell ever see. Her weight of sorrows
carried long and carried far. "Take these, Tommy, to The Wall."
Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese. Hes wandering
and
lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong.
Near
a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he
bites
his lip beside a widow breaking down. She takes her Purple Heart,
makes a
fist, strikes The Wall. All come to live a dream, to join the slowest
parade
theyll ever see. Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried
far,
taken to The Wall.
Its 40 paces to the year that he was slain. His hands slipping down
The
Wall for its slick with rain. How would life have ever been the same
if this
wall had carved in it one less name? But for Christs sake, hes been
dead
over 20 years. He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mothers
tears,
was it Washington or the Viet Cong?" Slow deliberate steps are
involved.
He takes them away from the black granite wall toward the other
monuments
so white and clean.
O, Potomac, what youve seen. Abraham had his war too, but an honest
war.
Or so its taught in school.
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