Where have you been? Where are you going? And why?
September 11, 2008Posted by on
The starry night encompassed the thousand boats below. He and the men could barely enjoy the twinkling show. He and his brothers were about to partake in an arguably greater show. He looked up as the calm of the lapping waves turned into a roar overhead. Bombers connected wing to wing numbered more than the stars. They thundered through the dying night. Solemn men surrounded him in the LCT. Glances created more encouragement than words. Stench of vomit, sweat, and fear hovered like a cloud. Just above the blur the cool French air danced through the morning. His muscles ached and his stomach turned. Waves pounded against the boat. Prayers saturated with fear echoed against the inner walls. Splash! He drank the sea and thought of popcorn. The wind mixed in gasoline fumes. The ocean sprayed like rain. It reminded him of running through the sprinkler. He would not think about that. That was not his business. That was his family’s business. He had only one thing to do and that was what he should think about. Thought led to fear. Fear led to worry. So he would not think about them. He would not think about them waking up in six hours. He would not think about them on summer break. He would not think about them watching Dad open birthday presents. He would not think about Mom’s mashed potatoes. He would not think about the cold lemonade. He would not think about the un-mowed lawn. He would not think about his hungry dog. He would not think about them receiving the telegram. Damn it, don’t think, he thought.