I remember reporting to work wearing a surgical mask for a long time after that unsuccessful attempt to use the Pentagon as an airstrip.
The memories never die. The hope that, like Saddam Hussein, we would see the humiliating end of this b.a.s.t.a.r.d., remained.
The monster who destroyed lives, shattered dreams and stole hope from so many, disappeared that night.
Like some monstrous vampire, he took a bite out of our necks, and vanished.
A decade later, we hear that the vampire has been slain, his corpse withering in the darkness, never to be seen again.
To me, he simply disappeared into the mist once again. Whatever satisfaction I may have found with witnessing his
final justice has been stolen, and I am left to empty words and assurances that the monster is gone.
Somehow I do not feel joy, merely doubt and emptiness.