Lest we forget...

Veterans Day.

For some it's a day off. For others it's simply another work day.

But for some it is a time to pause and remember those who gave their lives in wars all too often, long-forgotten.

Originally known as Armistice Day, it marked the "end of hostilities" between the Allies and Germany during World War I and took effect at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. It was supposed to be the "war to end all wars." But sadly, more wars have followed.

After World War II, Armistice Day became Veterans Day. In many parts where observances are held a moment of silence is observed at 11 a.m.

A few years ago while working in the Tri-Cities in Washington, I did a story on The Moving Wall, a traveling replica of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. The week-long visit coincided with Veterans Day.

I wrote several stories: I spoke with Vietnam veterans prior to its arrival; another as it was put together; and a longer piece looking at the week it was there and those who went to visit The Wall.

But I also did a search to see if there were any Adames listed on The Wall.

There are two. Gilbert Adame who was from Colton, Ca. and Arthur Adame from San Antonio, Texas.

I wrote down Panel 48E where Gilbert's name rested. A fellow Californian I felt compelled to find his name on The Wall. I never bothered writing down the panel where Arthur's name rested.

In the summer of 2004 I found myself in Washington DC attending a minority journalism conference. Arriving a couple days early I went to visit the various memorials.
Upon arriving at The Wall, my heart sank. The part of The Wall that held Gilbert's name was closed for upgrades to the lighting. I left not bothering to look up Arthur's name.

The next day my friend Melissa arrived. That evening we decided to may a nocturnal visit to the monuments.

After walking up the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and standing among the statues of soldiers at the Korean War Memorial, we made our way over to The Wall.

Walking down the path we arrived at the center of The Wall. Only the western side was open and we slowly made our way up the path, Melissa walking a few paces in front of me.

I wasn't looking for any particular name. I took a few steps and stopped. Something was compelling me to reach out to The Wall and run my fingers over the names engraved on the black granite.

My fingers made a semi-arch, lightly touching the names before coming to a stop on a name. As I was about to turn and walk away, I caught a glimpse of the name my fingers had come to rest on.

Arthur Adame.

I froze. I stood speechless, a chill running up my spine.

I finally found my voice and called Melissa over. Her eyes expressed the disbelief I felt.

How was it possible that out of more than 58,000 names, I would happen upon the name of Arthur Adame?

Upon returning home I turned to the Internet to find out what I could about Arthur Pina Adame.

Born April 8, 1949, Arthur was from San Antonio, Texas. He served in the Army with D Company, 1st Battalion 5th U.S. Cavalry 1st Cavalry Division. He began his tour of duty Dec. 11, 1969 - a few days before I was born.

He wasn't in Vietnam long. Arthur died in Cambodia on May 22, 1970, some five months after shipping out.

He was only 21. Had he lived, Arthur would now be 60-years-old.

I learned he was posthumously promoted to sergeant and is buried at Ft. Sam Houston National Cemetery in San Antonio.

I know finding his name on The Wall was not a coincidence.

I know in my heart that Arthur guided me to Panel 10W, Row 078 where his name rests as a reminder of what he gave for his country.

Every Veterans Day I pause to remember.

Sgt. Adame, your sacrifice will not be forgotten.