Summer sees me at the airport a lot. Members of my family will be making at least ten flights. In light of what is going on in France I am beginning to wonder. Someday I may be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
I served in Vietnam. I drove over roads where people had been killed. I stood in formation on parade grounds that were targets of rocket attacks. I was never in the wrong place at the wrong time but I was aware that death could happen anywhere. On the positive side I was not too worried. I was young and stupid. I had no wife or children to leave behind. Spiritually I was prepared and ready to go.
I am still ready to go. Knowing Jesus gives a certain sense of peace. I am also old enough now that my loss would not be that big of a tragedy. I would, however, leave behind some family that might miss me, at least on Christmas and Thanksgiving. But I am getting leery of being in large groups. The threat of violence makes me alert when I walk through parking lots. I lock my car all the time and check the doors to the house at night. I do the things I can as an individual but there isn’t anything you can do if the guy behind you in the airport has a custom designed vest.
I fly again next week. I will continue to fly. Sometimes I will fly when I don’t need to. Part of the reason is I am ready to go so I don’t worry too much. Another reason is that if we quit going then the terrorists will win. They don’t really need to kill us all. The only thing they need to accomplish is to make us give up our liberty in order to feel safe. Then they can have the government come and get us while they continue to dance in the streets.
So keep flying and vote for people who will take the threat seriously and do that things that will deal with the bad guys without having little old ladies and children strip searched at airports. That, of course, assumes that such candidates can be found and I am aware that is a big assumption.
homo unius libri
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