Yesterday, this happened:
Emotional, that’s how I feel. Lots of complicated emotions that I can’t yet make sense of.
So I will just say this:
My heart goes out to the courageous men and women who protect our country every day, and to their families back home. I am so thankful for your service.
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I am in the same boat…I have a flood of various emotions that I can’t exactly seem to understand. I am in awe of the courageous men and women who fight for our safety each and every day and cannot imagine what their families lives are like every day.
I seriously was a slightly ridiculous mess when this happened…happiness, tears, fear of retaliation, uncertainty, pride are all things I’m still trying to sort out this morning.
Also, not sure if I’m going to kick myself in the foot for posting this, but I found this article to be somewhat interesting and helps to see the “other” side of the coin:
http://www.salon.com/news/osama_bin_laden/index.html?story=%2Fpolitics%2Fwar_room%2F2011%2F05%2F02%2Fosama_and_chants_of_usa
Yes, that article definitely touches on some of the reasons for my complicated feelings. I feel relief, certainly… but not joy. Instead, I spent last night thinking about our soldiers who have died or suffered injury over the past decade.
Thanks for linking to this – interesting read.
I’m conflicted too. On one hand, I feel like it’s about time. All of the time, money, and most importantly, human life that was expended in the effort to capture him now seem…definitely not worth it…but at least…..successful? If you can call that success, which I’m not sure you can. No one has won. But, at least this chapter of this never-ending war is over.
On the other hand, while part of me feels yucky about feeling anything positive about the death of another human being, he made choices. He was a vicious murderer and I definitely don’t feel that he got something he didn’t deserve or bring upon himself.
That being said, celebration seems wrong. Relief, yes. Celebration? Well…really, everyone has lost something and some people lost everything. None of it is fair.
hear, hear!
I’m not comfortable celebrating a death, but I am being quietly thankful for the lives that were saved by this. And even though I understand why people are doing it, I feel like celebrating in the streets is going too far.
I completely agree – I think celebrating in the streets is tacky and classless. People should be home with their families reflecting on what is important and thanking the Lord for their blessings.