Back in the late
60’s and very early 70’s, my generation protested the Vietnam War. Sit-ins,
walk outs, marches and rallies, all of it happened over radio and TV. Perhaps
it was television that brought it all home to us.
I remember
watching the six o’clock news at dinner and war footage would be presented. We’d
see soldiers in bloody bandages. Sometimes there would be injured soldiers
carried by stretcher with an IV drip inserted. Even more rare were scenes of
body bags. After a while those scenes are cut out altogether.
When I turned eighteen
in November of my senior year, we were assigned a draft number. Mine was 25,
the same as my birth date. That year, the draft went all the way into the 200’s
or so. My number 25 meant, ‘Pack your bags, Buddy!’ Fortunately, I ended up 4F
for allergies and asthma, so I never had to serve. I had one or two acquaintances
move to Canada. Several more died in combat. My brother, Jim, served in the Air
Force, did a year’s hitch (as they called it) and fortunately for us, he came
home in one piece.
This past
Wednesday, the anniversary of the Stoneman-Douglas High School shooting, we
observed a remembrance and memorial for the seventeen victims who died due to
gun violence. About fifty kids planned it, what they wanted to do and how.
Besides banners and wearing Stoneman-Douglas school colors, there was a
PowerPoint scroll and every minute of the seventeen minutes we observed, a
name, the age and a short bio on each of the victims was read over the PA.
Several things
happened. It was reported that, for the most part, there was silence throughout
the building. Kids were intent on watching, listening and feeling. Kids and
staff members were emotionally invested and moved. There were tears. Of the
seventeen kids who read the names, there were some who had to be consoled and
reassured by the others waiting in line for their part because more than a few
had broken down. And the staff felt it.
There were no
chants or protests. Only four kids walked out of the building and they chose to
sit on a bench just outside the door and they did so during the one minute of
silence at 10:00 a.m.
But it was the
comments kids and staff members made after that brought it home for me. Most
talked about the ages of the kids: fourteen- and fifteen-year-old kids. The two
kids who died shielding others. The three adults who sacrificed themselves in
order to save kids.
What made it All
The More Real were the pictures of the victims- kids and adults- linked with
their names, their ages and the little information we had about them.
And the new
reality for the families of those victims, what will make it All The More Real
for them will be the empty chair at Thanksgiving and Christmas, the empty chair
at breakfast and dinner, the non-celebration of a birthday or anniversary, the
empty bed at night. The house and home feeling quieter somehow.
What will make
it All The More Real for those families will be that there will be no more “I
love you!” and no more embraces. Gone.
Gone before, in
some cases- most cases- an opportunity to live out dreams, to experience wonder
and experience surprise and joy. Gone.
Our kids chose
to give their memorial to the seventeen victims at the end of the day because,
in their words, all of us . . . you and I . . . came to school and get to leave
at the end of the day, while those seventeen victims came to school and never
got to leave, to go back home, to live. All The More Real, isn’t it? Something
to think about . . .
Live Your Life,
and Make A Difference!
To My Readers:
I had the
opportunity to be interviewed in advance of my new book, Caught in a Web, launching April 26, by Fiona Mcvie from Ireland.
She asked some really interesting questions and I enjoyed myself. If you are
interested, you can read it at https://wp.me/p3uv2y-7Km
If you are
interested in getting a copy of Caught
in a Web, in the thriller/suspense genre, it is now available for preorder
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your book prior to the publication date of April 26, 2018, you may use the promo code: PREORDER2018 to receive
a 10% discount. I hope you check it out.
Here is what it
is about:
The bodies of
high school and middle school kids are found dead from an overdose of heroin
and fentanyl. The drug trade along the I-94 and I-43 corridors and the
Milwaukee Metro area is controlled by MS-13, a violent gang originating from El
Salvador. Ricardo Fuentes is sent from Chicago to Waukesha to find out who is
cutting in on their business, shut it down and teach them a lesson. But he has
an ulterior motive: find and kill a fifteen-year-old boy, George Tokay, who had
killed his cousin the previous summer.
Detectives Jamie
Graff, Pat O’Connor and Paul Eiselmann race to find the source of the drugs,
shut down the ring, and find Fuentes before he kills anyone else, especially
George or members of his family. The three detectives discover the ring has its
roots in a high school among the students and staff.
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