Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. 底特律特区夜车，国会大厦，部分地区。

Lone young man takes a seat. 孤独的年轻人落座。

And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. 而到了铁轨的节奏，读他的所有母亲的邮件从一个城市男孩在丛林镇邮戳西贡。

He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see. 他会去住他的母亲的梦想，加入他会见过最慢的游行。

Her weight of sorrows carried long and carried far. 她的体重情仇进行长期进行远。

"Take these, Tommy, to The Wall." “把这些汤米在墙上。 ”

   

Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese. 地铁二号线到商城遗址与日本之旅。

He's wandering and lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong. 他徘徊，失去，直到穿迷彩服兽医把他下到属于他们的地方。

Near a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he bites his lip beside a widow breaking down. 附近的一名士兵，一名前海军有纹身的匕首和鹰颤抖，他咬他的遗孀打破旁边的嘴唇。

She takes her Purple Heart, makes a fist, strikes The Wall. 她把她的紫心勋章，使一个拳头，撞击在墙壁上。

All come to live a dream, to join the slowest parade they'll ever see. 所有来过的梦想，加入他们会见过最慢的游行。

Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried far, taken to The Wall. 他们的痛苦的重量进行长期开展至今，采取在墙上。

   

It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain. 这是40步的那年，他被杀害。

His hand's slipping down The Wall for it's slick with rain. 他的手的滑落华尔街为它的光滑有雨。

How would life have ever been the same if this wall had carved in it one less name? 怎样的生活曾经是相同的，如果这道墙已经刻在它少了一个名字吗？

But for Christ's sake, he's been dead over 20 years. 但为基督的缘故，他已经死了20多年。

He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's tears, was it Washington or the Viet Cong?" 他离开的信函，询问：“谁使我母亲的眼泪，这是华盛顿和越共？ ”

Slow deliberate steps are involved. 故意慢的步骤都参与。

He takes them away from the black granite wall toward the other monuments so white and clean. 他从黑色花岗岩壁向其他古迹所以又白又洁带他们离开。

   

O, Potomac, what you've seen. O，波托马克，你所看到的。

Abraham had his war too, but an honest war. 亚伯拉罕有他太多的战争，而是一个诚实的战争。

Or so it's taught in school. 或者说，它是在学校任教。