Follow up

Well, in case anyone got the wrong idea - my mini-depression passed, later Wednesday night in fact. I realize I didn't make this completely clear, but the thing that was impacting the most that day was that I was feeling down despite being certain that I wouldn't. Of course, that doesn't change the fact that I wish 9/11 hadn't become what it has in this nation.

Incidentally, I was looking at a tribute to a photographer who died capturing the WTC disaster. The tribute was well done, and the salvaged photos are pretty powerful. I wish people could see that this heartbreak, this horror, this determination -- evident in these photos -- is common fare in some places. Except in these places, they have substandard emergency medical capabilities - which gets shot at when attending wounded, whose ambulances get commandeered and covertly loaded with enemy soldiers, or simply denied access. In these places, the wounded aren't all taken away for care - they're strapped onto tanks as they rumble through refugee camps (of people sequestered from their homes in their own country), or die after days where no one can approach them lest they get shot. We finally know the horror of terror (for which I am truly sad), but having the luxury of taking care of our own and easy retaliation we might never understand the true horror. I pray that we do (without experiencing it here, of course), and perhaps someday also realize that our government and industry's past and current ways of conducting international affairs make this kind of terror more, not less, common.