The Ostrich Act
Posted by in War at 11:28 p.m. on Sept. 12th, 20040 Comments 0 Pings
I thought I dodged a bullet yesterday. I posted my entry, Never Forgive, and went about my business. But today, I watched a documentary about September 11. I’m not the crying type. I cry about once every 20 years. But today, I could’ve cried. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry for the firefighters, for the widows, for Rudy Giuliani, for the world and what’s happened to it. I choked back the tears, and played it Cagney like I did three years ago.
But I want to cry. Today, I wanted to sink my head into my girlfriend’s shoulder and let the tears flow, and scream. A world died that day, and another world signed its own death warrant. Other people have more reason to cry than I do, and I shall not cheapen their sorrow.
When no one’s looking, and all doors are closed, tonight, I shall cry for the people who died on September 11, 2001. I didn’t understand, and I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry.
I’m finally crying.
But I want to cry. Today, I wanted to sink my head into my girlfriend’s shoulder and let the tears flow, and scream. A world died that day, and another world signed its own death warrant. Other people have more reason to cry than I do, and I shall not cheapen their sorrow.
When no one’s looking, and all doors are closed, tonight, I shall cry for the people who died on September 11, 2001. I didn’t understand, and I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry.
I’m finally crying.