The Moving Wall came to Elmira on a very dark, rainy August weekend. People came in bunches, very subdued. The Wall is a good place, a prayerful place, a sad place. The Viet Nam war made that place in many peoples' hearts.
My overall impression was one of reverence. No tears except the incessant rain. A local man spoke briefly about leaving something for the vault, but he didn't seem sad. The whole experience felt like a prayer, a sacred rite. Purposeful and meditative. I was happy to have visited the wall with these people who braved the flooded streets. It was peaceful and serene, even in the rain.