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9 years, 7 months, 20 days

Posted by E on May 2, 2011

I’m sitting here watching Obama’s live broadcast announcement on CNN: Osama bin Laden’s dead. Finally the families of victims of the 9/11 attack can feel that justice has been done, 9 years, 7 months, and 20 days to the day.

Watching the crowds swell at midnight on the streets of America’s capital makes me think of those brave soldiers who made this happen. Not the politicians who get kudos for commanding the assaults on Al Queda, but the minions in the barracks, the nameless, faceless ones who go into the night, weapon in hand, and defend our way of life and the freedoms we take for granted.

One of the unexpected bonuses of this momentuous celebration is — not having to be subjected to cloyingly sweet Royal Wedding recaps. Of course, it kind of disturbs me that it’s likely someone sat on Osama’s body for a few days, just so as to not disturb the glorious “Royal” moment, but at least we now know the operation has been completed.

I’ve been on Twitter for the last hour, surrounded by ecstatic, enormously overwhelmed Tweeters who profess never to forget this day and this moment. Reading their tweets, feeling their surging pride in their country, sensing the common bonds that course between all of us, makes me tremendously glad to be born in this day and time. Imagine, to be able to sit on my sofa here at midnight, in my living room in my own nook of the universe, and yet united in a groundswell of humanity — from Twitter to Facebook, to this blogging medium — that is nothing less than moving and downright extraordinary.

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