7.7.05

Targeted

What do you say when your country is attacked by terrorists? When the death count is rising? When you've spent all day watching the carnage unroll in front of you? When you're supposed to be visiting that city, using that transport system next week?

What the hell am I supposed to say? Will it even mean anything?

I am angry, I am scared and I am upset. I have family in London, and I never thought I would have to ring round to check that they are OK, for fear that they have been blown to pieces in a tunnel or on the bus. I never thought I would be telephoning people in Scotland who are queuing for the next Nine Inch Nails show, to tell them that there has been a terrorist attack. I didn't think I'd hear accounts of people having their arms blown off, possibly by a suicide bomber. I didn't think that the UK would ever become a feasible target for such violent hatred. I thought we would be OK.

Turns out, we're not.