I hope Osama bin Laden’s death brings comfort to the families of people killed by al Qaeda in Yemen, New York, Tanzania, Kenya, Iraq, Afghanistan, and elsewhere around the world. I pray that it brings about a moment of rapprochement, of disentanglement from fruitless conflicts, of a true binding up of the wounds of our last fractured decade. And I mourn, still, for everyone lost. As always, John McCrae said it best:
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.