Nine One Two
I'm still on informal blog hiatus, but this day deserves recognition. NOT Sept. 11. Everyone who remembers that day will bear the scars, and the memory.
I don't memorialize bad days. I recall them, and try to move forward. While I understand the impulse to lionize heroics, 9/11 is not the day we need to keep always before our eyes. Nor is 9/10.
The day that matters most is today, September 12th, the anniversary of The Day After.
Today is when we woke up, those of us who got to sleep, and saw dawn. It was not over, not for the bereaved and the terrified, the trapped and the toiling. But for the country, it was the first day after The Day.
Nine One Two is the day we had to struggle with the day that had passed, and think about the days to come.
Depression struck me on 9/12, when the shock wore off. Fear, for myself and my family and my country and everyone (when I had time to think that large) was a dominant emotion. Meanwhile, I kept breathing, kept living, kept doing what I was doing. That week, it was the first semester of law school. Tuesday was a bad day. Enough said, and enough will be said, and has been said, written, televised, and trumpeted on CNN.com. Enough about 9/11.
Let's talk about 9/12, and everything we started to know then.
I don't memorialize bad days. I recall them, and try to move forward. While I understand the impulse to lionize heroics, 9/11 is not the day we need to keep always before our eyes. Nor is 9/10.
The day that matters most is today, September 12th, the anniversary of The Day After.
Today is when we woke up, those of us who got to sleep, and saw dawn. It was not over, not for the bereaved and the terrified, the trapped and the toiling. But for the country, it was the first day after The Day.
Nine One Two is the day we had to struggle with the day that had passed, and think about the days to come.
Depression struck me on 9/12, when the shock wore off. Fear, for myself and my family and my country and everyone (when I had time to think that large) was a dominant emotion. Meanwhile, I kept breathing, kept living, kept doing what I was doing. That week, it was the first semester of law school. Tuesday was a bad day. Enough said, and enough will be said, and has been said, written, televised, and trumpeted on CNN.com. Enough about 9/11.
Let's talk about 9/12, and everything we started to know then.
Posted by Eh Nonymous on
Tuesday September 12, 2006 at 8:45am
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