My Blog for yesterday, is just not here. I took about 30 minutes writing the damn thing and it's not here. I'll get over it.

Anway...today..

Okay...today I've been thinking about death. Fun huh? Well, there was this guy I didn't know, his name was Mitch. He died. He was pretty old, so it was pretty much his time. The family brought in this huge photo montage (to the flower shop where I work...I'm a bookkeeper, not a florist.) It had alot of pictures of his Navy days, and there were a couple of pictures of him with this one guy. He could have been his brother or best friend. I, however, had to assume that this was this guys lover in his army days. It got me thinking. What if you were in the Navy or whatever and you met this guy, we'll call him James, and wow...ya know...he's just perfect for you, you get along well and you discover a connection. You both discover that you're both gay or bi. You fall madly in love and James has just enough rank to make sure you are always stationed together. You both love one another.

Then, while you're on the ship doing latrine duty, the ship gets hit by a passing japanese plane. Thirty of your crewmates are killed, before the cannons knock the plane out of the sky. Your first thoughts are of James above decks, you hit the top of the stairs...there is a giant mass of twisted metal and fire where James' post was. He's dead.

You have no one to console you. No one knows how you feel. You can't say anything to anyone. You suffer in silence...forever.

You serve out the remainder of your tour and move back home...you've got a giant hole in your heart, it will never heal. You marry a woman who you grow to love and have one child. Your wife and child wonder why you don't talk about the war.

It may not have happened to Mitch. In fact it probably didn't. But it happened to someone, maybe not the same scenario, but lovers were lost.

There's no point really...just a story...just a memorial to the silence.