9-11
Around this time of the year I mourn the loss of innocence...
The anger...the stoic gaze with jaw set...it doesn't go away. I don't want it to go away. I need it because it sustains me. Another kilometer...a little further, just over the next ridge. Keep going. I can hack.
I went to the Memorial before we left for Afghanistan, my fingers tracing the names etched in the stone. Some names visited so often that the stone was worn away. Just one more kilometer.
The anger...the stoic gaze with jaw set...it doesn't go away. I don't want it to go away. I need it because it sustains me. Another kilometer...a little further, just over the next ridge. Keep going. I can hack.
I went to the Memorial before we left for Afghanistan, my fingers tracing the names etched in the stone. Some names visited so often that the stone was worn away. Just one more kilometer.