Memorial to a September 11th hero.
This afternoon the borough of Cresskill, NJ
dedicated a new athletic field to the memory of firefighter and emergency
services worker Sgt. John Coughlin who was killed in the collapse of
the World Trade Center two years ago. He was one of those who was going
up the stairs while urging the others to get out, and he left behind
a wife and three daughters.
Much like the day of the disaster, the sky was
clear and bright with a light breeze. While waiting for the dedication
to begin, I saw a number of monarch butterflies
go by, something I'd rarely seen before, as if on their way to winter grounds in Mexico. In addition to
the friends and families of the youth football team, the parking lot
was filled with the vehicles of the dignitaries and the spectators for
the ceremony following the game, which the home team won (over that of
my town, Dumont) by a score of 12-6.
Starting at one end of the field, the director
of the athletic program led the program by introducing people who knew
and grew up with the honoree, with representatives of the different
service groups he was affiliated with, including his Fire and his
Emergency Services companies up from the city of New York. About a
half hour into this, just at the moment the Cresskill volunteer fire
department was to take their place on the field to escort their
visitors, however, a call went out over the radio and every single one
had to go off to put out a fire, of all things. One of these was
Patrick Basil, the worthy Grand Knight of our
Knights of Columbus council,
leaving the other three of us to represent the group in the ceremonial
presentation of a plaque to a young girl, Grace Thomas, for her
winning essay in a borough-wide contest. About a half hour later, Pat
was back again, telling us "It was someone with a dryer fire, that's
all." We told him that they should have seen to it that all fires be
postponed for the time being. He complained that
firefighting in his dress uniform on a summer day was a tough business,
because the fabric sticks to one so.
After the prayers and speeches and the marching
and the proclamations, the American Legion honor guard fired off a
rifle salute, a bugler sounded taps, and we walked back up to the
church to head back home.