I thought of my father and his relentless one dimensional onslaught on all our family. Perhaps you’ve had a father like that too. As the silence reigned it’s power over me, offering a sense of timelessness. The sensation to cry began to take hold of me but I couldn’t. I had to be strong.

I turned the volume up and the silence was loud. The crackle of the radio’s white noise was cutting deep into my cranium.

Two minutes silence...

As I received the signal of that silence it expounded a loudness so penetrating that I began to imagine the ghosts of Slaughterhouse 5, Nagasaki, Hiroshima and all the other killing fields where many men, women and children were slayed.