The Wall That Heals: Hartland, Wisconsin, Vietnam Wall Replica Will Move You to Tears

The Wall That Heals History
"On Veterans Day 1996, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Fund (VVMF) unveiled a replica of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., designed to travel to communities throughout the United States," the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Fund says. "Since its dedication, The Wall That Heals has been displayed at nearly 700 communities throughout the nation, spreading the Memorial’s healing legacy to millions." "Bringing The Wall home to communities throughout our country allows the souls enshrined on the Memorial to exist once more among family and friends in the peace and comfort of familiar surroundings," the VVMF explains. Carefully and lovingly placed along the replica Wall in Hartland are the photos of some of the men who died, along with flowers, children's sketches of flags, old newspaper articles, and other mementos that capture the human beings behind the names. There is a mobile education center that presents the photos of the local heroes whose names are on the wall. This particularly moved me because, a number of years ago, my journalism students and I helped find the final missing photos of Wisconsin service members whose names are on the Wall. This was for a major project sponsored by the VVMF to find a photo for every name. The military photos had burned up in the 1970s in a major fire. As I stood in the Hartland Park, there flashed before me some of the photos we had found. One stood out: Michael Borhman.
he photo that stands five photos from the left, on the bottom, is a story I will never forget. Michael Bohrman. His photo was missing, so I tracked down his dad in Delafield. I was amazed when he answered. That’s because by this point almost all of the parents of those who died in Vietnam are gone. He was 95. The living memories are carried by siblings, spouses, children.
Anyway, Jack Bohrman was an amazing man. I really enjoyed speaking with him. It took him two weeks though to agree to let me come over to get a copy of the photo. I learned in doing this project how raw and painful these memories were to families even 45 years later. It underscored the degree of loss. I remember him lamenting that he never really got a chance to get to know his son as an adult, to see what he would become.
When I went to Mr. Bohrman’s house, he is deceased now, he showed me that, in his garage under a blanket, he had saved his son’s cherry red corvette all these years. I believe he said it was driven once. There it was, shiny and basically untouched. He also told me that he had a box of his son’s belongings in the attic that he had never opened, in all of those years. A family deeply devoted to service. Rest in peace. To all of them.
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