Dec. 30—Sunday—Ground Zero Plus 110
can be lonely too.
THE LONELIEST FLAG
Editor, New York City Combat Correspondent News
Sometimes, they fly in the face of Complacency—one, alone, flapping
in the wind of Indifference, Neglect, Forgetfulness.
As I walk around New York City, my Kodak digital camera hungers
for the “perfect shot.” Sometimes it is one of happiness
and joy, other times it seeks out the sad, the lonely, the disenfranchised.
Lately, I’ve been compelled to shoot pictures of American Flags
flying in honor of September 11. One
day, unfortunately, the flags of respect will desiccate, crumble
away like the leaves of seasons, washed from the windows and buildings
by Time’s relentless tides, sucking away the memory of September
11th as a dominant theme, burying it in the crust of
the future as Pearl Harbor and other tragic events of American
vulnerability have been put to rest.
But there will always be the one Lonely Flag that will fly in
remembrance. It will be flown by the last person driven
to remember to “never forget.”
Yesterday, I ran across the symbol of such a flag.
It was a huge apartment complex, with hundreds of windows in the
heart of the East Village and relatively close to the epicenter
of Nine Eleven.
I saw the one flag flapping from the window.
I heard it calling to me—Semper Vigilantes—Semper Vigilantes—Always
So I captured it on film.
I wanted to remember not to forget.
I wanted to know the Lonely Flag had a friend.
And that I had not
forgotten to remember.
And that I hoped I never would.
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