Have to explain my "sad" response. Reading the section on the quilt brought back memories. I was a volunteer who stood out on the quilt to help people find panels when a portion of it was here in Tulsa in the early 90's. Was in college at the time, and went with a group of friends all of whom but two were also volunteering - the remaining two were presenting panels. One friend was presenting his own; he just had a feeling his time was getting short and as the quilt was there it the best opportunity (unfortunately, he was correct - he passed less than a year later). The other friend was presenting yet another panel. My mind blocks the number because it's too heart-wrenching to remember, but it was over his 10th. At this point he was emotionally numb. Everyone he knew & had been close to had died from it. I missed it, but a friend said there was a Catholic priest who was escorted out of the building when he was caught doing absolution's for the damned. Was an event where you don't realize how much it affects you until its over. Got back to the dorms, put my stuff down, and collapsed on the bed sobbing for over an hour. The most emotionally intense thing I've ever done -- and don't regret doing it. The memories it brings back, even after all this time, can still be overwhelming.