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D-Day was last week. That would be the World War II turning-point invasion of Europe. Not the robust brassiere cup size. June 6, 1944, was six years before I was born. I’m on this text message group of dear childhood pals. Most of our fathers served during the war and we exchanged stories last week. I’m a double winner. Both mom and dad wore the uniform. Mom drove a Jeep for Army brass at Aberdeen, Maryland, home of the fabled Proving Grounds. Dad shot and bayoneted people.
My father, Walt Cieplik, served two tours. Right before D-Day, there is a forgotten bloody beach assault. Taking Anzio Beach in January of 1944 led to the Allied conquest of Rome a few months later. D-Day is more famous for its massive statistics, horror and bravery. It’s why, eight decades later, Americans drink beer, barbecue hot dogs and do oft-procrastinated home improvement projects on Memorial Day without thought to much tougher relatives than we who made that ultimate sacrifice of saving the world from Nazi Socialism. I know Nazis are Socialists. It says so on their letterhead.
D-Day’s June 6, 1944, Normandy assault was the largest amphibious landing in military history. From 7,000 ships hailing from eight nations, nearly 200,000 naval personnel were involved. A staggering 113,000 troops stormed the beaches in that first assault, where 10% of the men died. More were wounded. In the chaos, many, without fanfare, were claimed by the sea. By the end of June, nearly a million soldiers landed, along with a staggering 148,000 vehicles and 570,000 tons of supplies.
For those in public school? Our side won World War II. I know. I know. Too icky competitive …
When I was in my early 20s, I was coaching high school basketball at Hart High, riding a motorcycle, sleeping late, playing poker to pay the rent, turning AYSO toddlers into Greek god status via penning inane sports stories at The Mighty Signal and chasing skirts. Sometimes, the skirts had actual women in them. My Dad, the sweet warrior? At that same age, Walt was sleeping on the ground, in winter, in the snow, and hunting the soldiers of Hitler and Mussolini. Often, they shot back. This still breaks my heart. Dad had hearing problems his entire life. An artillery shell exploded near him. Into his 80s, he’d ruefully observe of, “… not being quite right in the head” his entire life. An unseen war wound made him forever and strangely distant.
That campaign was called Operation Shingle and began with the bloody beach landing at Anzio on Jan. 22, 1944. My dad led the charge.
Anzio is a sleepy tourist town today, still surrounded by mountains and the thick Pontine marshes. Back in winter of 1944, in a surprise raid, some 36,000 men stormed the beaches. That attack would grow to 150,000 men. Casualties were epic. The Allies would suffer 7,000 fatalities that first landing, with another 36,000 wounded or MIA. In heavy war gear, many were washed away to sea.
When he was 5, my dad lost his father, Stan Cieplik. Stan was hit by a speeding truck. On his hospital death bed, the grandfather I’d never meet asked his five small children to promise (those old enough to speak) to take their First Communion. Dad survived losing his father, lived through the Depression impoverished on a small farm and survived four years of combat in World War II. Laughing, Pops noted that living with my mother, insanity her constant companion, was the hardest test of all four. I’d have to agree.
At a Christmas Eve dinner with friends years ago, Dad recalled marching across Germany toward war’s end. Hitler and his Nazis were conscripting boys as young as 8, handing them rifles and sending them goose-stepping to the front to die. At that long, festively decorated holiday table, bathed in candlelight, my father recalled the crunch of marching through ice in dawn’s first light. Frozen bodies of dead children were sticking out of the snowbanks. Dad smiled, recalling how beautiful, how angelic and peacefully still the children looked, cheeks all red from the cold.
Mostly, my father never spoke of his war days. He relented more as he aged, once describing Anzio’s hellish landing, the smell of the ocean he never forgot, men screaming in fear, pain and exhaling the final noise we are all doomed to make. Dad never forgot the sound, the ping of bullets flying past. An unknown soldier in front of Dad was hit by an Axis round and claimed by the salt water. My father high-stepped it forward through the surf, firing his M-1 Garand rifle. Dad had the dearest smile, when he let it escape. He chuckled, recalling odd thoughts that swirled through his mind. As my father charged out of the amphibious landing vessel, a fellow infantryman caught a bullet in the arm and dangled in the rope rigging, breaking both legs. Dad guessed his fellow soldier would be taken back to the ship for medical treatment, rehab and hot meals. Dad said, laughing, “And I’m running toward incoming fire and I couldn’t stop thinking what a lucky son-of-a-gun that guy with the broken legs was …”
I don’t know if anyone ever said it, Pops, but, “Thank you,” for taking Anzio Beach. Thank you, dear Dad, for your service.
Memorial Day, a week ago and forgotten, I’m haunted by the words of our sixth president, John Quincy Adams: “I am a warrior, so my son may be a merchant, so his son may be a poet.”
I question President Adams’ conclusion. Despite my father’s sacrifice as civilization-saving warrior, I skipped being merchant and went to directly into dawdling as a not-so-much poet but annoying court jester.
The generation, lined up behind me? Is Adams’ observation a circle, forever incomplete? Does the legacy of modern America’s self-indulgence, loathing, ingratitude, lack of spiritual wisdom, honesty and common sense require karmic payment? Are The Poet’s sons and daughters, in humanity’s endless cycle, doomed to become the next generation of scarred and haunted warriors?
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A Boston nightclub where a woman collapsed on the dance floor and died last month will have its entertainment license reinstated after the Boston Licensing Board found no violations Thursday.
Anastaiya Colon, 27, was at ICON, a nightclub in Boston’s Theater District, in the early hours of Dec. 21 when she suffered a fatal medical episode. Following the incident, her loved ones insisted that the club’s staff did not respond professionally and failed to control crowds.
City regulators suspended ICON’s entertainment license pending an assessment of any potential violations. During a hearing Tuesday, they heard from attorneys representing the club and people who were with Colon the night she died.
As EMTs attempted to respond, crowds inside the club failed to comply with demands to give them space, prompting police to shut down the club, according to a police report of the incident. However, the club and its representatives were adamant that staff handled their response and crowd control efforts properly.
Kevin Montgomery, the club’s head of security, testified that the crowd did not impede police or EMTs and that he waited to evacuate the club because doing so would have created a bottleneck at the entrance. Additionally, a bouncer and a bartender both testified that they interacted with Colon, who ordered one drink before collapsing, and did not see any signs of intoxication.
Angelica Morales, Colon’s sister, submitted a video taken on her phone to the board for them to review. Morales testified Tuesday that the video disproves some of the board’s claims and shows that ICON did not immediately respond to the emergency.
“I ran to the DJ booth, literally bombarded everybody that was in my way to get to the DJ booth, told them to cut the music off,” Morales said. “On my way back, the music was cut off for a minute or two, maybe less, and they cut the music back on.”
Shanice Monteiro, a friend who was with Colon and Morales, said she went outside to flag down police officers. She testified that their response, along with the crowd’s, was inadequate.
“I struggled to get outside,” Monteiro said. “Once I got outside, everybody was still partying, there was no type of urgency. Nobody stopped.”
These factors, along with video evidence provided by ICON, did not substantiate any violations on the club’s part, prompting the licensing board to reinstate their entertainment license at a subsequent hearing Thursday.
“Based on the evidence presented at the hearing from the licensed premise and the spoken testimony and video evidence shared with us from Ms. Colon’s family, I’m not able to find a violation in this case,” Kathleen Joyce, the board’s chairwoman, said at the hearing.
However, Joyce further stated that she “was not able to resolve certain questions” about exactly when or why the club turned off the music or turned on the lights. As a result, the board will require ICON to submit an emergency management plan to prevent future incidents and put organized safety measures in place.
“This plan should outline detailed operational procedures in the event of a medical or any other emergency, including protocols for police and ambulance notification, crowd control and dispersal, and procedures regarding lighting and music during an emergency response,” Joyce said.
Though the club will reopen without facing any violations, Joyce noted that there were “lessons left to be learned” from the incident.
“This tragedy has shaken the public confidence in nightlife in this area, and restoring that confidence is a shared obligation,” she said. “People should feel safe going out at night. They should feel safe going to a club in this area, and they should feel safe getting home.”
Keeana Saxon, one of three commissioners on the licensing board, further emphasized the distinction Joyce made between entertainment-related matters and those that pertained to licensing. Essentially, the deciding factor in the board’s decision was the separation of the club’s response from any accountability they may have had by serving Colon liquor.
“I hope that the family does understand that there are separate procedures for both the entertainment and the licensing, just to make sure that on the licensing side, that we understand that she was only served one drink and that it was absolutely unforeseeable for that one drink to then lead to some kind of emergency such as this one,” Saxon said.
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In the middle of Michelle Wu’s orchestrated inaugural celebration, prosecutors described a senseless hospital horror that unfolded at Boston Medical Center – a rape of a partially paralyzed patient allegedly by a mentally ill man allowed to freely roam the hospital’s hallways.
It happened in September in what is supposed to be a safe haven but too often is a dangerous campus. Drug addicts with needles frequently openly camp in front of the hospital, and in early December a security guard suffered serious injuries in a stabbing on the BMC campus. The alleged assailant was finally subdued by other security guards after a struggle.
In the September incident, prosecutors described in court this week how the 55-year-old alleged rapist Barry Howze worked his way under the terrified victim’s bed in the BMC emergency room and sexually assaulted her.
“This assault was brutal and brazen, and occurred in a place where people go for help,” Suffolk County prosecutor Kate Fraiman said. “Due to her partial paralysis, she could not reach her phone, which was under her body at the time.”
Howze, who reportedly has a history of violent offenses and mental illness, was able to flee the scene but was arrested two days later at the hospital when he tried to obtain a visitor’s pass and was recognized by security. Howze’s attorney blamed hospital staff for allowing him the opportunity to commit the crime and some city councilors are demanding answers.
“This was a horrific and violent sexual assault on a defenseless patient,” Councilor Ed Flynn said. “The safety and security of patients and staff at the hospital can’t be ignored any longer. The hospital leadership must make immediate and major changes and upgrades to their security department.”
Flynn also sent a letter to BMC CEO Alastair Bell questioning how the assailant was allowed to commit the rape.
Where is Wu? She was too busy celebrating herself with a weeklong inaugural of her second term to deal with the rape at the medical center, which is near the center of drug-ravaged Mass and Cass.
If the rape had happened at a suburban hospital, people would be demanding investigations and accountability.
But in Boston, Wu takes credit for running the “safest major city in the country” while often ignoring crimes.
Wu should intervene and demand better security and safety for the staff and patients at BMC.
Although the hospital is no longer run by the city, it has a historic connection with City Hall. It is used by Boston residents, many of them poor and disabled or from marginalized communities. She should be out front like Flynn demanding accountability from the hospital.
Boston Medical Center, located in the city’s South End, is the largest “safety-net” hospital in New England. It is partially overseen by the Boston Public Health Commission, whose members are appointed by the mayor.
BMC was formed in 1996 by the Thomas Menino administration as a merger between the city-owned Boston City Hospital, which first opened in 1864, and Boston University Medical Center.
Menino called the merger “the most important thing I will do as mayor.”
When he was appointed CEO by the hospital board of trustees in 2023, Bell offered recycled Wu-speak to talk about how BMC was trying to “reshape” how the hospital delivers health care.
“The way we think about the health of our patients and members extends beyond traditional medicine to environmental sustainability and issues such as housing, food insecurity, and economic mobility, as we study the root causes of health inequities and empower all of our patients and communities to thrive,” Bell said.
But the hospital has been plagued by security issues in the last few years, and a contract dispute with the nurses’ union. The nurses at BMC’s Brighton campus authorized a three-day strike late last year over management demands to cut staffing and retirement benefits.
Kirsten Ransom, BMC Brighton RN and Massachusetts Nurses Association co-chair, said, “This vote sends a clear message that our members are united in our commitment to make a stand for our patients, our community and our professional integrity in the wake of this blatant effort to balance BMC’s budget on the backs of those who have the greatest impact on the safety of the patients and the future success of this facility.”
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