Last night our President delivered some bedtime news to the nation: Osama bin Laden was killed.
And after the skepticism wore off, and the shock.
I felt incredibly saddened.Saddened that one evil man, Osama bin Laden, was able to orchestrate the murder of over 3000 American citizens. And then, in what seemed like the right thing to do, America sent our armies into Iraq and Afghanistan.
Who knew that Osama's demise would ultimately come from the work of a small elite group/alliance of stealth fighters?
In his address, the President mentioned the empty chairs and hearts the tragedy of 9/11 has left.
Then I thought on the additional 7000+ empty chairs/beds/homes/hearts the War on Terror has left.
Osama bin Laden is dead, and so are thousands of our sisters and brothers-in-arms. And I dare not overlook the 300,000+ Iraqi and Afghan civilian causalities as well.
Pardon me if I am not rejoicing in his death.
It feels like moments of silence, for the fallen, are more in order today.