London, July 7, 2005

It’s happened again, the early morning fog, mixed in with smoke that should’ve never beenthere. It was just another day, nothing special but yet now a day forever imbedded into the hearts and minds of many like the shrapnel, glass, shards, and metal debris implanted among those dead, the hundreds injured and dying. More smoke, choking, bleeding, screams of pain and horror and always more questions; Who? What? and ALWAYS the why? Struck down are the young, the elderly, the poor, the rich, people doing normal routines but no matter the city, country, or nation, nothing is normal anymore; just chaos and madness. Now across the world much fear, anger, and sadness, is felt now that this has happened again. Today won’t end the way many thought it would; young children will sit tonight, waiting for their father, waiting for their mother, maybe waiting for them both, but realizing all too soon that they will not be coming home; they were more victims of violence lost to another nation’s hate.