In D.C., we went to the Vietnam War Memorial to find one of my dad's friends that was either killed, a POW, or an MIA. When we walked there, it was so cold and rainy, but a perfect mood for the memorial. We found his name and it was just so sad. I mean if you think about it. Every name has a face. Every face has a body. Every body had a family. Every family cried. Every body was missing or invaded by a bullet or slashed with a knife. It just makes me realize how precious life really is.