THE BEATING

THE BEATING
i took that day
left me with no visible bruises.
but out of breath, as if i’d just went 12 rounds with lennox lewis.
it left me with no welts upon hands.
but knocked the breath from my lungs, and left me speechless.
it did not break my bones,
but left me sprawled on the floor, like a jellyfish, with no bones whatsoever.
i regained my composure
i straightened myself tall
i fixed my uniform
and straightened my blouse.
i wiped my eyes
i blew my nose
and i wept some more.
i became more formidable in my will that day.
determined to make my job, mean something more.
i became more focused in my goals that day.
knowing that life was fleeting, and we were all that much closer to death.
i became enraged that someone would do that to the innocent.
and more compelled, to make a difference in the world.
i called my loved ones to say that i was all right.
those fleeting words, narrowly escaping my mouth, before the line went dead.
thoughts invaded my brain, like a burglar in the night.
how do i explain this to my son?
what do i say?
what do i tell him?
do i tell him not to worry, that daddy will make it all better, and all right?
at the age of 11 months, even he sensed the earth shattering significance of it.
glued to the television, as though it were movie.
never wanting to stop looking at the screen, watching the grisly demise of america, over
and over
and over again!
in slow motion
in normal speed.
the dust laden streets
the carnage
the strewn bodies
coated in grey.
a town that never sleeps
devoid of color
except for grey.
my heart turned to him
from over a thousand miles away.
wanting to hold him
to hug him
to kiss him
to tell him
“it’ll be okay, bubba, it’ll be okay”
i wasn’t there.
but i promised him
on that day
that i would do my part
to protect him
and serve for him
and make sure that,
that does not ever
ever
ever
happen again!
the towers fell
and fell with it
our beacon of aristocracy
our heir of superiority
of being untouchable.
we are human
and we are vulnerable to attack.
wether it be
one on one
or a
tragedy such as
september 11th, 2001.
i have fulfilled my promise to my son
the best and only way i know how.
i serve my country
i serve the people of
the united states of america
with
LOYALTY
RESPECT
SELFLESS SERVICE
HONESTY
INTEGRITY
and
PERSONAL COURAGE.
i ask you all
to take just a small amount of time
to say that extra prayer
that extra chant
that extra moment of silence
and think not of or for yourselves
but think of those who do not have
that father
that mother
that brother
that sister
loved one
husband
wife
son
or daughter
who gave their lives
to continue the freedom
that WE ALL
LOVE AND CONTINUE TO HAVE!

THE BEATING

FatKid6D

Joined August 2008

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