September 11, 2013

smoke 8Any of us who were sentient remember what we were doing that Tuesday morning. I was in my car, eastbound, halfway to work and it was sunny, which caused traffic, and I had the windows down and was listening to the radio. In between songs the DJ reported that a plane crashed into one of the towers. We weren’t informed on which building, what type of plane–though many, me included, assumed it was something small–or that this was an early portion of a greater impact. Who knew? Nobody’s mind could go that far in that direction. More news was reported about it, some things false, some things that sounded like they couldn’t continue reading…

Arc

Soldier 8I was in the library looking for a magazine on Biblical archeology when I passed an image on the shelf that stopped me. There was a cover of a military journal that showed a photograph of the moment before the execution of an Australian, Leonard Siffleet, in 1943 by Japanese officer Yasuno Chikao, who ordered a photo be taken of Siffleet’s murder. I took a picture of that image and haven’t forgotten it in the way you sometimes forget pictures, as if in the taking of them you allow substitution of your memory to keep them. You save them elsewhere and then can forget.

What this soldier thinks of, what others continue reading…