Monday night as I watched the news, I saw a story about four U.S. soldiers that had been killed in Rimadi, west of Baghdad. Their bodies lay in mangled heaps, still twisted and contorted where they fell. Each slain by a bullet to the head. Other news spoke of a Korean citizen, being held hostage my Iraqi insurgents. The hostage takers threatened that he too would see the same fate of the two Americans beheaded in recent months unless the South Koreans change their plans of sending soldiers into the area. The terrorists followed through on their promise yesterday after negotiations stalled.
Back on June 17th a car bomb exploded killing 35 Iraqi people including civilian men, women and children. In the Africa, Congolese forces are slaughtering Rawandans , though not as much media attention is being given to this crisis. In Russia, Chechyan rebels killed 47 people in an attack on a government building in the republic of Ingushetia. The world is at war. Perhaps it has been at war for a very long time, but we are finally feeling the affects here in the United States. The courier of combat has arrived on our front doorstep demanding that we pay attention, and I am afraid. Afraid of what that means for the future of my children. It is a selfish thought, but it is an honest one.