The first year the Vietnam Memorial was open in DC, my dad and I walked the wall and looked for names of his friends who had died in the war.  It is a haunting monument to begin with and to look up names of men who at the time of their deaths were not much older than me (I think I was 14 or 15) really left an impression on me.  My dad and I have had many adventures together (just the 2 of us) but that is the one that sticks with me the most thus far.

'And those seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the musicNietzsche