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There is hope among the clutter<br />
Flags, letters, notes, pictures…<br />
American POWs held in the north were returned to South<br />
Korea. As the group approaches the bridge, some of the<br />
men who had been POWs began to shake and weep.<br />
One man stepped to the edge of the bridge, then collapsed,<br />
sobbing uncontrollably. The men’s wives and<br />
children, as well as other veterans and their guests,<br />
moved to comfort them, but the former POWs, many<br />
men who had never met one another, clung to each other<br />
and wept.<br />
Another man, middle-aged and clearly younger than<br />
the <strong>Korean</strong> veterans, stood off to the side, listening to the<br />
muffled stories of the helicopters and ambulances that<br />
I know that even in my short lifetime, I have so far seen the<br />
had crossed this bridge, along with men, weak from starvation, reunification of Germany and the fall of the Soviet Eastern<br />
slave labor, and torture, who had crossed on foot, or on their Bloc. I believe there is still hope for change here, and that these<br />
hands and knees. Wiping away tears, he explained that his children who painted these signs can grow up in a different, better,<br />
peaceful world.<br />
father had not crossed this bridge: he had died in captivity in the<br />
north.<br />
Amanda Ringer, 223 Queensbury Dr. #3<br />
The former POWs joined hands and asked for a word of Huntsville, AL 35802, (256) 714-1448, aringer@gmail.com<br />
prayer. I wondered how some of these men had<br />
kept their faith through all of this, but the whole<br />
group bowed their heads and offered silent<br />
thoughts and prayers.<br />
Surrounding the bridge on all sides was a barbed<br />
and razor-wire fence. Attached to the fence were<br />
flags, letters, notes, pictures, flowers, and candles.<br />
Most striking to me was a little paper train that<br />
looked like a child had made it.<br />
As I took pictures of the barbed wire and the<br />
fence, I pulled back a little corner of a flag and<br />
again peered into the north. I was again struck by<br />
how alike these two places appear, and by the<br />
thought that we are all more alike than we are different.<br />
I thought about these children, these people, this<br />
place. This truly seems to be the edge of the free<br />
world. Yet, the little children’s train indicates hope,<br />
ever present.<br />
Freedom Bridge<br />
69<br />
The Graybeards<br />
<strong>Nov</strong>ember – <strong>Dec</strong>ember <strong>2009</strong>