By Travis Dockery
Digital Media Director
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Image by Military_Material from Pixabay
Over the last three weeks, I have watched in disgust the events happening in Afghanistan.
The scenes seemed surreal. Desperate bodies falling from departing planes. Mothers tossing babies over barbed- wire fencing in hopes they would be safe. Troops spraying water on the masses baking in the Afghan sun.
With each passing day, new visuals would stun my eyes. I stood in shock as I watched Taliban fighters, dressed in United States military gear, patrol the streets of Kabul in United States military vehicles.
Then came the news I had both dreaded and expected. Suicide bombers had attacked the airport where people were herded like cattle.
The blasts took the lives of civilians and 13 U.S. Marines. Marines who were there simply to help the mass of humanity trying to escape certain chaos.
It’s a helpless feeling to watch all of this unfold on the other side of the planet.
That same separation is used as a security blanket for some. They are able to dismiss it all as events a million miles away.
I cannot. I refuse to accept the terrible scenes as the status quo. I will not let it drift to the back of my mind as nothing more than a memory in a few weeks.
What we all have witnessed is a national tragedy on several levels.
We know who the bombers worked for. We also know who the architect of the chaos we saw works for.
It’s time to sign the pink slip.