The kids and I have been glued to the television for the past hour. I was ecstatic that Bin Laden has died.
Our president told us that Osama Bin Laden has been killed and the body is in US Custody. The kids didn’t really understand my glee, Jane wasn’t yet three and Alexander was only six weeks old when the World Trade Center was attacked so they don’t remember a time that we weren’t at war with Al Qaeda.
I’m jealous that Mr G is in New York City right now for what surely must be the grandest celebration of our lifetimes. But I also feel embarrassed for my blood lust, and a little conflicted because I might have enjoyed his imprisonment as I’d come to enjoy Sadaam Husein’s all those years ago.
Now I worry that Al Qaeda will get all grumbly and attack again, and I’m not prepared to wait another 10 years to end their reign of terror. I worry that this won’t actually bring the troops home.
Mostly I worry that I’ve become the person who would celebrate another person’s death and I don’t want to show my children that this is who I have become.
How do you feel about this news?