This week has been a very troubling time for me. On Sunday the news that Osama Bin Laden had been killed put me in a strange place. I felt no sorrow, I felt no elation, I felt nothing. But, as the week goes by my anxiety has reached higher and higher.
I have been subjected to news clips, newspapers and facebook posts, forcing me to look at my sons killer over and over. The clips of people in the streets worries me. Americans were appalled that there was celebrations after 9/11, how are they any different by celebrating this death? Someone said to me that it was more a display of relief, but the clips could easily be misinterpreted. There are so many of our men and women still in very dangerous areas, including Curtis' unit. The man may be dead, but the Taliban isn't! It may be a good start, but there will be another to step up and lead, who's to say that person won't be more extreme or dangerous?
My phone rang off the hook on Monday looking for my opinion, I answered none of them. I can't say that I am not glad that a man is dead, I am, but it does nothing to bring back what I want most, my son.
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