On the way to the Empire State Building I find myself on the 5th avenue, with the parade for the Veteran's day.
This parade has two faces: one, the beautiful majorettes and the music bands with the colorful uniforms.
Two, the veterans. Without uniforms, with black flags, almost all belonging to the minorities.
Some of the watchers clap at their passage.
I don't know if I should, or not.
Never again will a generation of veterans abandon another
Says a motto on a van.
A jeep carries a cage, vietnam-like, with an uniform inside. And these men, mostly in black coats, keep on walking by. Many are on a wheelchair.
I would like to clap. At them, at least.
If they're here today, it's because they hope that what they did was right, and what they've lost has a sense. That lies in these claps.