By: E&P Staff
Last October 16, The New York Times quietly announced that the partner of Dana Canedy, the Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter and now assistant editor on the national desk of The New York Times, had been killed on duty in Iraq. The man, Charles King — a master sergeant in the U.S. Army — had been home a month previously to see their son, Jordan, who was born in March.
Canedy has been an editor at the Times since 2003. “Dana’s family and friends are with her, helping with the shock and grief of the sudden loss,” a memo from the paper’s top editors to staff explained, but she did not write about it herself or speak publicly about it.
Today, however, an article by Canedy appears on the front page of the paper, alongside special coverage of the death of the 3000th U.S. service member in Iraq.
It opens in a way that does not suggest that he was her partner, but then this fact is revealed. The moving account discussed words he left behind for their son and other personal details.
This is how it begins.
He drew pictures of himself with angel wings. He left a set of his dog tags on a nightstand in my Manhattan apartment. He bought a tiny blue sweat suit for our baby to wear home from the hospital.
Then he began to write what would become a 200-page journal for our son, in case he did not make it back from the desert in Iraq.
For months before my fianc?, First Sgt. Charles Monroe King, kissed my swollen stomach and said goodbye, he had been preparing for the beginning of the life we had created and for the end of his own.
He boarded a plane in December 2005 with two missions, really ? to lead his young soldiers in combat and to prepare our boy for a life without him.
Dear son, Charles wrote on the last page of the journal, ?I hope this book is somewhat helpful to you. Please forgive me for the poor handwriting and grammar. I tried to finish this book before I was deployed to Iraq. It has to be something special to you. I?ve been writing it in the states, Kuwait and Iraq.
The journal will have to speak for Charles now. He was killed Oct. 14 when an improvised explosive device detonated near his armored vehicle in Baghdad. Charles, 48, had been assigned to the Army?s First Battalion, 67th Armored Regiment, Fourth Infantry Division, based in Fort Hood, Tex. He was a month from completing his tour of duty.
For our son?s first Christmas, Charles had hoped to take him on a carriage ride through Central Park. Instead, Jordan, now 9 months old, and I snuggled under a blanket in a horse-drawn buggy. The driver seemed puzzled about why I was riding alone with a baby and crying on Christmas Day. I told him.
?No charge,? he said at the end of the ride, an act of kindness in a city that can magnify loneliness.
On paper, Charles revealed himself in a way he rarely did in person. He thought hard about what to say to a son who would have no memory of him. Even if Jordan will never hear the cadence of his father?s voice, he will know the wisdom of his words.
Never be ashamed to cry. No man is too good to get on his knee and humble himself to God. Follow your heart and look for the strength of a woman.