Free day
I know it's probably self-serving, but today feels like a Free Day. You know, like the day after your doctor tells you the spot on your X-ray was a bit of dirt on the lens. I was in my new health club when the lights went out up north, and like many people, terrorism was among my first thoughts. I even started a mental countdown - how long would it take for the lights in my Deep South location to wink out?
A massive event like this would be a terrorist's dream, even if it did as little real damage as this one seems to have done.
Today, I just feel giddy and silly. It wasn't them. They're in my thoughts, which is where I'm sure they want to be, but it wasn't them. They've apparently devoted themselves to being picked off in the Iraqi desert, and I say bring 'em on.
I don't know what would have happened if I'd had to fight during my time in the Army. Guys in my barracks used to brag openly about the rape and pillage they would perform if the Cold War we were fighting became a shooting war. I was almost as afraid of some of them as of the enemy. And I can't say I envy the people who are fighting in the desert now. I've been troubled by a tendency to think along those lines, and I think I've figured it out. No, I wouldn't want to be there. But a part of me is there nevertheless. Godspeed, guys. We're over here watching and hoping and thankful for what you're doing. I believe you're making a difference. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise.