Word: nam
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...home but hoped she would seriously consider the reason for his call: he wanted to know if she would be open to the idea of creating a memorial to those who had given their lives in the struggle for civil rights. Since she had designed the much celebrated Viet Nam Veterans Memorial, he was certain that she was the right, perhaps only, person to do this. As with Viet Nam, there had never been such a memorial...
...veteran examines a 20-year-old photograph of his graduating class. "The guy on my left is dead now," he notes. "So is the guy on my right. The three of us didn't fare too well in Viet Nam. I came out the best." He points with the hook that serves as his right hand...
...harassment is the order of the day ("Pull that neck in, mister. You call that bracing?"). It has been this way since Thomas Jefferson founded the academy in 1802, and in the crowd of intimidated cadets the figures tend to blur -- until destiny selects them for service in Viet Nam...
...neither take nor leave. Jack Wheeler is an idealistic Army brat who loses his military faith in the trenches. Postwar, both men have turbulent domestic lives; both resign their commissions, as do nearly 25% of their class. Both are obsessed by the idea of a Viet Nam memorial in Washington. But Wheeler favors the final design; Carhart, a lifelong iconoclast, censures the "black gash of shame and sorrow, hacked into the national visage that is the Mall." George Crocker, the classic warrior-aristocrat, is far removed from that fray. He distinguishes himself in combat, rises to lieutenant colonel and becomes...
...TIME and Newsweek, which had moved into the void left by the collapsing picture magazines. For many traditionalists, color marked a final capitulation to the values of television. But a group of younger photojournalists would begin to paint the news in bold colors. Like the U.S. after Viet Nam, these new practitioners were no longer satisfied by the old certainties...