Berg
There is a sadness today—it began with reading Lucy’s blog about Nick Berg and the beheading. I understand how this chain of events started…9/11, Afghanistan, Iraq, the prisoner abuse, and now the death of Nick Berg. On paper it is all logical—how the soldiers were just doing what they were told, how the press released the information so that the military would be held accountable. That the government had opening hearings about to show the world that the US was serious about taking people to task for what was done to the prisoners. On some level I even understand the mentality of what was done to Nick Berg by the fundamentalists.

And because I understand that progression, it becomes somewhat easy to go about my day. To food shop, sketch design plans, make dates for drinks or coffee. Where my sadness comes in is that moment when I stop and try to imagine the reality of Nick Berg. Did he realize that he was going to die? Did he think that he might get through the situation? Did he blame our government and our military for what happened to him?

But what makes me saddest of all is to think of his parents. To have your child die, to have him die in such an awful way, that there is even a tape of this murder, that somewhere someone is watching it and cheering—or worse—not caring… That your son be some type of entertainment… For some reason, this makes me saddest of all.