In 1988, just before Christmas, Pan Am flight 103 was blown out of the sky over Scotland by Lybian terrorists. A friend of mine whom I grew up with was on that flight.
Only pieces of his body have been identified, and over time returned to his family. A few times each year, I see his sister, whom i dated for several months when we were both 17. And his brothers. What can i say to them? I think. No answers.
What can i possibly say. I can't imagine their loss.
My deceased friend was also very close to my sister, a year older than I. They were the same age, and both nationally ranked marathoner runners and had been at Harvard University together.
I've shared some thoughts with her, but she's a woman and i'm a man and my senses tell me that we need to get these guys. My sister has much more peace in her heart toward the savage arabs than i do.
It's a very tough to live with firends' memories when these fanatics rise up and kill civilians every couple of years. And it's disturbing to realize that President Clinton did nothing about it. He was too busy playing golf to take the alerts of opportunity targets on wanted terroists.
We had the USS cole attacked, our embassies in Africa bombed, but we did not know? Innocent people died in those savage attacks. Who was asleep at the switch?
Why didn't Clinton do something?
Sept 11 was not an abberation, it was only more successful that its planners could ever have imagined.
And thousands of inocent people now unfortunatley know the kind of heartache that my friend's family, and I and my sister know. |
