At least one of the Charlie Hebdo terrorists had a wife.
He had had a job at Coca-Cola.
He was young.
He was a pretty good-looking guy.
Was there never a thought of having a home or apartment to care about?
Never a thought of keeping the companionship of his wife alive and well?
Was there never any consideration of raising babies to play and learn and make
grandchildren?
Ever?
Some things can make one feel that if they understood, it would mar them forever.
One of the Mid-Eastern killers killed a Mid-Eastern policeman.
The killer of African descent killed a policewoman of African descent.
I don't think of New York policemen as more than henchmen at times. but today I am very
proud of some of them.
Some NYPD officers, nine of them I've heard, are going to travel half way around the world
to attend the French funerals of the two officers killed in the aftermath of the Hebdo massacre.
That is a gesture of personal respect and sacrifice which would be difficult for anyone to top
whether they believe in the cause set forth from it or not.
For those officers to be in attendance from so far away, from a major U.S. enforcement group
will mean so very much to the families of those officers lost in the line of duty, especially if
there are children in the families.
Sometimes, even in the midst of terrible, terrible tragedy, one comes upon a thing one is proud
and happy to have learned, to proud to be able to remember.
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