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From: David Farber <dave () farber net>
Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 08:49:59 -0400


From: "Maney, Kevin" <kmaney () usatoday com>
To: "'dave () farber net'" <dave () farber net>
Subject: a game
Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 08:45:21 -0400

Dave:

For IP, if you find it interesting. I wrote it to send to friends yesterday.

Kevin



I had the honor today of being part of one small act of resilience. Thought
I'd share.

For 8 or 10 years, I've played lunchtime pick-up soccer with a group of
mostly Pentagon people on a field butted right up against the building. Lots
of players come and go but a core group holds it together. It's a great
bunch of guys, and we all feel like friends, even if we only know first
names of some of the guys and what position they play.

After the jet hit the Pentagon, e-mails flew around, trying to see if anyone
was missing. It seems that only one player, Cmdr. Bill Donavon, is missing
and presumed dead.

The soccer had been halted since the crash. But today, Wednesday, September
12, the group played again, on our field by the building.

We met 15 minutes early so we could have a small service for Bill. About 30
people showed up. I am one of the minority "outsiders," and I have to say
that my first thrill was simply the fact that a week after the act, I was
able to drive to the Pentagon, park, and walk up to that field unhindered.
The crash was on the opposite side of the building. I saw it from the
highway. The collapsed part is huge and it is chilling. But it didn't turn
the place into a bunker.

Dave Nanney, who works in the Pentagon and runs the team, invited military
Chaplain Sykes to join us. As players arrived, many hugged. We stood in a
circle in the middle of the field on a beautiful sunny day. You could see
scorch marks on the grass where choppers had landed last week. You could
hear the sounds of cranes lifting rubble. Dave spoke about Bill, but mostly
talked about how much he loves this team, and how members support each other
and enjoy each other. One of the players, Jeff Stratton, is taking care of
Bill's family. Sometimes Dave joked and made us laugh. Sometimes he broke
down and cried.

Chaplain Sykes stepped in. We held hands in a circle, and he spoke not of
religion but of friends, of grieving and of carrying on. He was wonderful.
He told us how we had to let it out and do so with people like those
standing with us. Cry, scream, talk, take action -- whatever it takes. But
get it out.

He finished with a prayer. And then Dave said, in a quiet voice, "Let's kick
some butt." I think he meant on the soccer field, but who knows.

And then we played, just like always. In the shadow of a target. Under
windows that looked in where people are planning a war. We played. Like
always. And we all thought the same thing: Damn it felt good.





Kevin Maney
USA TODAY
703-276-3489



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