Monday, Memorial Day, I’ll join other veteran authors and poets in reading our work as part of the Veterans Writers Project on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. The event will take place in a tent near the Vietnam Memorial.
I’ve written before about my bond with veterans. It’s even stronger when my fellow vets are writers and poets. I can’t get through these sessions with dry eyes. The other men and women reading move me deeply.
It won’t be any better when I speak. I haven’t chosen yet what I’ll be reading—something suitable for Memorial Day—but I’ll almost certainly read from Last of the Annamese. If I get through the reading without choking up, I’ll be surprised.