Zero Plus 378
In The Wake Of Death's Whimper
Editor, New York City Combat Correspondent News
GROUND ZERO, New York
City, September 25--My grandson let out a Scream of Vigilance in the
wake of death two days ago. He received the gift of life
from the dead.
It was a wake up call to all
whom mourn the passing of life; his cry was symbolic that life is
eternal. His Voice carried the fruits of the future from the
seeds of the grave..
His cry meant to me that Life does not end up six-feet under
once it expires. Instead, it is passed on like an Olympic
baton in a relay, passing from the dead to the living. The departed pass on both the mistakes they have
made in life plus the hopes of limiting them to the living. That Hope
for most who leave this earth is that the world becomes just a little better because they were here.
They leave the legacy of evolution. My grandson inherited that legacy two
days ago from his great grandmother who recently died.
My wife, older daughter and Nine Eleven Grandson,
Angus, returned from burying my mother-in-law in Montana late last
night. The three of them arrived at JFK at 10:37 p.m., somewhat worn from a
week of emotional sadness over the loss of my wife's mother, who died
peacefully in her chair at age 88.
During the funeral mass, as the
priest was ending the Catholic celebration of death and life--a difficult
concept for anyone who has lost a loved one to handle--my wife was holding
14-week-old Angus in her arms. He was asleep, she said, and
his comforting body against hers helped support her as the ritual of
burying the dead grew heavier in my wife's heart, and for those loved ones
gathered to bid Charlotte Schneider Lane final farewell.
As the priest was waving the
incense designed to cleanse the "spirit" so it could ascend to Heaven
unencumbered, Angus awoke.
My wife reported he sucked in a deep breath of incense and stiffened.
Startled, he let out great cry that rang through the church.
"It was a cry of life," my wife recalled.
"It was as though Angus was telling us all that life survives death."
This was Angus' second funeral in his short
life of just over three months.
A few weeks prior, his mother had taken him
to another funeral--the death of her sister's good friend's father.
Angus brought Life to those
who were pained by death there too. Babies remind those who
attend funerals that life goes on, that it is a continuum of purpose, and
that the dirt that covers the flesh and bones of the departed can never
bury the spirit of life, for it survives always, embodied in the precious
innocence of the young.
Angus, as all children, is special.
However, I believe he is extra special since he was conceived in the aftermath of September 11, as thousands of bodies
burned just a few blocks to the south of his home, their physical bodies under millions of tons
of concrete and twisted metal. He represents the life of
death, the Hope that rises out of the ash of Dismay.
His cry at his great grandmother's funeral
was a Cry of Vigilance, not of Terror.
He awakened the Spirit of Life in those
present, reminding them that the true lesson of death is the celebration of
life. Death serves as a underscore to the duty to protect and
preserve life. Only a newborn child can make that point so
vivid, so clear.
I have seen a
lot of death in my life--brutal, ugly death. War is always
full of it. Death, especially from war, turns one's skin inside out, leathers one's soul, embitters one's moral
compass, and often, as in my case, makes one wonder about the futility of
human beings to ever resolve their primal nature to inflict pain on one
Besides witnessing the horrors of Vietnam, I was at Ground Zero
on September 11. On Nine Eleven I saw death and destruction in the raging
holocaust brought about by man's inhumanity to man. It was a sickening
sight--the wanton destruction of the innocent in the name of
glorification of some ethereal ideal.
Like Angus, I chose on that day to
scream--not in anger or resentment or futility, but to scream for
Vigilance, scream for Courage, Conviction and Right Actions to replace the
Fear, Intimidation and Complacency that senseless death and brutality
delivers at our doorstep.
I understood Angus' scream. I
knew, because of its timing, it wasn't just coincidence.
Angus was born with Right of
Vigilance in his genes. As a September 11th baby, he carries
in the marrow of his existence a special calling. His Voice
shatters the Silence of Complacency; it is the Bullhorn of
Anyone hearing a baby's cry in the
midst of death is reminded that life is not about waiting for death to
celebrate its power, but instead to never neglect its potency--its
Yesterday, I wrote about the insanity
of our government waiting to vaccinate the population against smallpox
until we had an "emergency." I cited the Terrorism of our
government controlling the vaccine, holding it back from the citizens of
this country while simultaneously egging on the madness of Saddam Hussein,
and our thirst to go to war even though we are quite sure he will
retaliate with any and all "weapons of mass destruction" he can get hold
Angus' cry was to awaken the Spirits
of Vigilance in all citizens to demand access to the smallpox vaccine
prior to an emergency that would cause panic and risk lives in the mad
rush to protect ourselves and our children from the threat of infection.
But who heard Angus' cry?
Or, for that matter, any of the children born in the aftermath of Nine
Who is listening and interpreting
what they say, since they have not yet learned to speak words, and operate
off the simple instinct to survive?
Angus' Cry of Life at the funeral was
an example of the Voice of Vigilance. Angus does not need words to
express his passion for life. It was a gift given to him by
over 3,000 victims of September 11, 2001. They offered him the
Trumpet of Vigilance, and his Cry of Life was a rallying message to
Parents, Grandparents and Loved Ones of Vigilance to not fall Complacent
to the duty of protecting the children, and their children's children's
from the threats of Terrorism.
Our greatest Terrorism is the stripping of
our rights as citizens by our government. No more current
threat to those rights is the smallpox vaccine being held under lock and
key by our government, to be issued out in the event of an "emergency"
rather than being offered to all who chose to inoculate themselves and
their children from the impending threat of some mad Terrorist seeking
revenge against us.
When I heard the story of Angus'
cry at the funeral, I knew it was not dissimilar to the Cry
of Vigilance I heard on September 11, 2001, as I sat in the
rubble and ash of the World Trade Center, watching the spirits
of the Sentinels of Vigilance rising up from the graves of Ground
Zero to form a Circle of Vigilance, a protectorate, guarding
the future of the children and the children's children's children.
They spoke through Angus'
They told those present
that we must not Fear, be Intimidated by, or fall Complacent
to our duty as Parents of Vigilance over the future of our children,
our homes, our neighborhoods, our communities or our countries.
His Voice told all who
had ears to hear and hearts to feel that we, the Citizens of
Vigilance, not our governments, must be in charge of the ultimate
protection of our future.
The pejorative attitude
of our government that allows it to think it has a right to
withhold smallpox vaccine from the public until there is an
emergency is an act of Terrorism against the children of this
nation. It puts them at unnecessary risk, and holds their
safety hostage through the power of politics.
The government has no right
to deny voluntary inoculations of children and families, through
and with their family doctors, should they so elect.
Yet the vaccine is being held under lock and key, only to be
issued "after the fact," after an "attack."
Angus, I believe, was crying
for his rights, and for the rights of all who follow him.
He was crying for the "Right
When a child cries out life at
the gravesite of death, it is time we all listened to what he
I heard Angus cry "Semper
What did you hear?
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