True, David, it’s best not to get hung up on dates. Conditioned as we are to respond emotionally to calendric coincidence.
For many years after I got back from Vietnam I got antsy around September 14th, the day I was wounded and almost died. But what day was it, really? It was the 15th in the United States. So should I feel nervous on both dates, just to be on the safe side? Or maybe I have it backwards, and it’s the 13th that’s unlucky, especially one year out of seven, when it’s on a Friday.
Today’s date will have significance to the many men and women who served in the war that sort of ended today. Of course the enemy is still shooting at people who are Americans and wear American uniforms, thousands of them, but they just get a paycheck and so don’t get sentimental about the halls of Montezuma.
About the shores of Tripoli, well, maybe that’s not put to bed yet.
Joe
Published on December 19, 2011 02:05