I know this is all anyone will be talking about for the next few days, bear with me for just a moment. Osama Bin Laden has been killed. This man has been responsible for thousands upon thousands of deaths, not only on 9/11, but in attacks around the world. It’s shocking, it’s certainly not anything I thought I would be writing about much too late on a Sunday evening.
The moment it was released by the media, I started to think back to that day ten years ago. It’s amazing what your mind will do. I was sitting at work when my boss came into my office. We were initially in shock about the plane hitting the tower, it had to be an accident, right? There was speculation about what kind of idiot wouldn’t be able to miss a building. When the second plane hit we saw it live, people started to panic, started to realize, and by the time the Pentagon was hit they were evacuating our building and sending everyone home. Airplanes were grounded at whatever airports were closest. People were glued to their TVs, they were crying, they were in shock.
It was absolutely surreal that day and the days to follow, the first time in my lifetime, that war was brought to our shores. It was terrifying, it was simply unfathomable the magnitude of death and destruction.
Every single person who remembers that day was affected, each one a victim on so many levels. Reality changed.
In the ten years since the attacks, people have softened in remembering, time passes and you start to forget. But not for those families of those who were killed. Every single day their loved one is gone.
Bin Laden’s death isn’t going to bring those people back to their families.
Those Navy Seals, President Obama, all of the people responsible for the accurate intelligence, they were just doing their jobs. A job ten years in the making.
I don’t know that there needs to be jubilee or celebration, but I hope it brings some closure. Some peace.