The scenes at the end of yesterday’s Boston Marathon were more reminiscent of a movie than real life –after all, you don’t train for months to run in excess of twenty-six miles, cheered on by loved ones and watched by tens of thousands of spectators and then expect so many lives to be cruelly ripped apart by two explosions near the finish line.
I’m sure that information will become clearer as time passes, but as I write, three people are dead and more than 140 injured – several critically and a number of amputations have also been carried out as a result of injuries sustained by what I’ve seen described as “crude devices”. Some reports have suggested that the bombs contained shrapnel, which I would guess is designed to inflict as much damage to anybody unlucky enough to be caught in one of the blasts.
What could ever possess people to be so callous and uncaring about the lives of innocent folk simply enjoying a public holiday? Maybe the perpetrators are have some nationalistic objective or maybe the dreaded word “religion” will be mentioned at some point, but whatever the case, does any organisation seriously believe that their cause will have been in any way enhanced by the murder of an eight year-old boy?
Whatever the answer, surely anyone capable of free thought will be simply horrified at the events that unfolded and the tragedy of the aftermath in which lives were ended or forever altered in an instant.
A century ago next year, the world witnessed the start of a conflict of massive proportions and millions of lives were lost in the name of a “peace” that appears no closer now than it did when Yugoslav nationalist Gavrilo Princip shot and killed Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo all those years ago.
Yesterday three more names were added to that death toll – my heart goes out to all those affected by what transpired yesterday. It makes no sense... and it’s such a terrible waste...
All my own work... almost.