Back in our days of innocence, people used to say they’d never forget where they were when JFK was shot. I remember where I was—in London, doing my homework. My father called me down from my room.
It was unthinkable.
I remember—it seems so recent, but it really is five years ago—when the World Trade Center was hit and then the Pentagon, just two miles from where I live.
It was more than unthinkable.
I remember when I heard on the radio about the attacks in London, my home, just over a year ago. The unthinkable and the more-than-unthinkable had already happened in my lifetime and countless times in history.
It was inevitable.
I wish I didn’t think about, wonder, and dread what’s going to happen next. Our power to destroy becomes more and more lethal.
And more inevitable.