So it seems we finally got Osama Bin Laden. I’d like to say a lot on this, but even if the news wasn’t still trickling in I’m not really sure I’d know what to think.

It’s good news naturally, but in some way I wish we had caught him alive. The dead cannot experience pain, fear, humiliation, or failure. Osama certainly deserves a nice dose of all these and then some. It may not be right, but I can’t help hoping his last moments were filled with abject terror and agony.

Honestly though, my thoughts keep turning to Collin. I know how important this was to him, and were he still here it is a good chance he would be one of the personnel making history as we speak. If not, at least he would have been able to see it. That he died before Osama’s demise, and while under the command of Mr. Obama both sicken me to the core. On top of all that, as I write this, I just noticed the hour has past. Today would have been Collin’s 34’th birthday.

Better that I shut up now before lapsing too much into soap-boxing. Congratulations to our armed forces for a job well done, and for the monumental tasks still awaiting them.

DC