Remembering Pt. 1

Doing some cleaning and found this paper I wrote in 2003. It is based on an article I found in the USNews & World Report magazine (Written by Kevin Horan, entitled "Labor of Love," dated 15 September 2003).

Happy Birthday, America! May we all remember The One Who has blessed our nation so greatly and turn our hearts toward Him once again.

For this writing project, I decided to analyze a small patchwork of photos found in the U.S. News magazine. Though only a few short paragraphs are devoted to the images shown, those words -- in conjunction with the pictures -- manage to say a great deal.

The central image in the article is of an older man with his back to the camera. While stooping on the grass, he rests his hand on one knee. One can see a row of pictures, flowers, and plaques put up in remembrance of the many lives lost in the September 11 attacks. Statues of angels keep watch over the site.
Image found here
Although the man's face is not shown, one can almost feel his sadness. The sun, shining brightly and reflecting off of memorials by his side, belies the man's heartbreaking disposition.

The overall sense of the picture is one of reverence and remembrance. It effectively causes each person to identify himself with the man in the image and compels one to imagine himself in the man's position.

It makes one wonder: "What would I do if my loved one had not come home?"

Fortunately, not many of us here have had that question become a reality, but the military environment in which we live causes us to realize these important facts: a recall could happen at any given moment; some of those leaving may never return. Because of this, I believe that those in the military are somewhat better able to sympathize with those more greatly affected by the attacks.

After reading the paragraph {in the article}, we learn that the man in the photograph's name is Martin Giovinazzo, Sr. His son, Martin Giovinazzo, Jr., resided in the small neighborhood of "Grasmere in Staten Island... that for generations has been home to the families of firefighters, police officers, and other city workers." Two years ago, the neighborhood lost several of its residents; one of those lost in the attacks was Mr. Giovinazzo's son.

Several smaller pictures have been placed around the above-mentioned picture. These, too, show images of other memorials erected across New York as a result of those attacks. In somewhat of a contrast to the first picture, these photos lend more a sense of comfort and hope.

One image is that of a cross; two beams from the World Trade Center comprise the structure. It serves as a keepsake of the many losses our country has suffered. It manages to give the idea that, although we have been hurt and are deeply affected by the events, we will rise again. We will not forget; we will not quit.
Image found here
The other image shows a portion of a mural created to "commemorate some of the many civilian victims of the attacks." The wall painting depicts firemen, policemen, and city workers working alongside one another. It provides a sense of the unity created while working toward a common goal. Just as this picture portrays, our country and her citizens were more strongly united than we have been in quite some time.

Instead of arguing over who would do what, people jumped at the chance to assist. Regardless of how menial the task may have been, America and her people were willing to do whatever it took to get the job done. [*sigh* Years later, I wish it were still this way!]

While skimming through the magazine, the pictures forced me to stop flipping pages; I was drawn in for a closer look. It was almost as if I could not turn the page -- I had to see everything.

Why was that?

I think the Old Testament prophet Jeremiah put it best when he said, "Mind eye affecteth mine heart..." (Lamentations 3:51) Upon seeing these pictures, my heart was stirred. The article served as a reminder of the tragedies we so often push to the back of our minds.

{To be continued}

1 comment:

HOPE said...

Found you blog from Grace...

So true...

Thank the LORD we have HIS comfort always and we CAN remember that HIS ways are perfect no matter the circumstances.

I know well as you speak of the Military life...my eldest son almost did not come home from the war. I knew what it was like to drive around the corner and hope there was not a van in the drive way or the phone ring...day by day trust in the LORD.

Here or there...we are in HIS care.

God bless..