No party, only pain. A birthday never to be forgotten...
|The Party's Over
I didn't get a party for my forty-sixth birthday, so there were no streamers, no balloons, and no cake. I really hadn't expected a party. After all, I was away from my family and temporarily stationed with the Army in northern New York, and it was highly unlikely that the Command to which I was attached was planning any sort of celebration to commemorate my having completed another year. I hadn't made a point of mentioning it, and it was probable that most of the unit's staff was totally unaware. No one would forget the day, though.
As I entered the Orderly Room and took in the scene just outside the commander's office, I was certain that it wasn't going to get mentioned today. I, for one, wasn't going to bring it up; trying to jump-start a birthday celebration just wouldn't have been appropriate. The television was turned on and everyone present was staring at the picture in disbelief. It was a live shot of the southern end of Manhattan, a little over three hundred miles to our south-southeast, and the northern tower of the World Trade Center was burning.