A Vow of Silence

Inspired by Chris at Some Guy's Blog, I decided not to talk to anyone about the events of 9/11/01 on it's fifth year anniversary yesterday. I was successful for the most part. The two times it came up yesterday were at lunch with my co-workers and with Big Orange on the phone after bedtime. On both occaisions, I said enough so as not to appear rude and changed the subject as soon as I could.

In my opinion, it was a tragedy. It deserves reverence. It is not a benchmark for the war. It is not an opportunity to spawn numerous TV or film sagas that serve essentially as emotional lap dances, arousing our anger and mining our tears. And it most definately is not a tool to stir our consciences to vote one way or another in mid-term elections.

This event is burned in my mind and my heart. Just a glance at a page in the Plain Dealer metro section of personal items found in the rubble caused tears to jump to my eyes and my throat to tighten with suppressed sobs. To deconstruct it at this point seems somehow sacreligious to me, a dishonor.