Letters to the Editor
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@ Tom
I went to the wall too.
It moved me profoundly. I really had no idea just how moving it would be, but running my eyes across all those names, reading them, pronouncing them, moving on to the next one was undescribable.
It was similar, in fact, to a synagogue I visited in Hungary, I think it was, with the names of all the deported Jews etched into the walls.
There were thousands of them. As I stood there reading each name, they just became so tragically human.
God help us all.

