Veterans Day

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(Google image – Johnson Square)

It’s Veteran’s Day, 2019. I am not a veteran.

The office is open. On my lunch hour, I go for a walk, hear the strains of drums and bagpipes on Broughton Street and an atonal siren that repeats and repeats. It sounds eerie, but it does not fill me with dread. I walk through Reynolds Square, down East Saint Julian Street and then to Johnson Square, where part of the original Cape Fear was filmed. So many squares.

The dissonant siren rises up again like a warning, but I am not afraid. I welcome and embrace it as part of who I am. This is me – off-key. After three years, I feel my feet finally making contact with the pavement on these Savannah streets, like I have never felt before. I am here. I am alive. I am not perfect or whole or healed, but I exist, and I am worthy. I am a part of this world. No one can tell me otherwise. I belong, somehow.

6 thoughts on “Veterans Day

  1. Your words are beautiful and only in Savanha could you understand your words which act as a healing balm for all who will listen. You’ve been given a great gift… to see the world and all it is bare before our eyes. And to know what true love is… I wish you peace…

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