When I first heard about Osama’s death,  I was thrilled. Our military has been fighting a long, lonely, hard fight and it felt good that their efforts were finally being rewarded.

Then, as the hype started to calm down, many people started to either voice their disdain or start to feel guilty for rejoicing in a horrible man’s death. As I began to read tweet and posts, I almost started to feel like a horrible person.

Why was I happy to hear about someone’s death?

I am still struggling with this.

But ultimately, the feelings that I felt the day of 9/11 have never left me. I was angry that morning and I am still angry. I am angry for lives that were lost in the Twin Towers. I am angry for the men & women whose lives were lost fighting for our country. And I am angry and those that were happy to watch us in devastation.

We can call it retaliation, redemption, or whatever. But I was proud and filled with patriotism. Our military never backed down.

That being said, am I scared for what tomorrow might bring? Absolutely! We have no idea what Osama had been planing and operating in the case he may be caught.

But we have made it clear that if our nation is harmed, we will not cower away. That makes me proud.

{End of my rant after a glass of wine}
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