lizzy's mom just gave us a personal driving tour of D.C. we saw everything from the tiny white house to the lincoln memorial and vietnam memorial. lizzy's mom was like it's 9.13, i'll give you girls until 9.30 to see the memorial. she dropped us off at the light and we ran towards the memorial. i was running so fast that i did not see the chain and ran right into it and almost flipped over.

lizzy and i found ourselves underground along the memorial following of vietnam vets. it was dark and we lingered behind their group to listen to their old stories of their lost families.

one woman: "he was just 24, he was the only one in the plane"
another man: "he was just 30, wife and three kids. our younger brother died too though, but in an accident on our own grounds."