People die everyday. People are killed everyday. Everyone knows this, except for perhaps children who are too young to understand death. And even though we know this, many folks don’t think about it.

And now there is a very prominent reminder: War.

I feel a deep sense of fear and uncertainty. I have felt this before, as many Americans did, when the planes crashed into the World Trade Center buildings, the Pentagon, and the other one crashed in Pennsylvania (that is where it crashed after the passengers tried to retake control of the plane, right? It was covered by the media much less then the other events, so I may be recalling it incorrectly). I’m not in tears this time, at least not yet. If I was to see death, the lifeless bodies, then no doubt, crying would come.

The media are talking and talking and talking and talking, and at times, I want to throw something at the tv. There are careless words, hyped words, prejudiced words. These men (95% of the people talking thus far have been male) have to talk, even when a reporter in Baghdad said, let’s listen to the sounds of the city, and there was 1.3 seconds of silence in which you could here some rumbling, but not much else before the man in the newsroom had to open his mouth and start talking again.

The media is ticking me off. Maybe, though, it is just my fear and apprehension bubbling up.

This is happening. And people are going to die. Innocent people. And the greater good rises up in defense. And there is no position I can claim on this issue. I can’t be pro-war, and I can’t be anti-war. Call me a fence sitter, but really, I’m just torn. When it comes down to it, my opinion, formed or not, makes no difference. War has begun. All I can do is hope for the safety of those who deserve it, and I’m not the one to decide who those people are.