Last night, as I watched the news reports about the death of Osama Bin Laden, I heard more than one reporter say, “Now, everyone will remember where they were when they first learned that Osama Bin Laden was dead.”
Myself, I first learned about it at 9:38 last night. I was sitting on my couch in my beloved black Pirates shirt and underwear, watching the Celebrity Apprentice with my sister Erin and my friend Jeff. We had already seen the announcement that President Barack Obama was planning on giving a speech at 9:30 and we were ominously informed that the subject of the speech was “unknown.” Erin was concerned that we were about to get into another war, my (hopeful) guess was that he was going to announce his resignation, and Jeff suggested that he was just wanted to show Donald Trump who was boss. Luckily, Erin happened to be on twitter and she was the one who first spotted the “Bin Laden’s dead!” tweets.
So, that’s how I first learned that Osama Bin Laden was dead. I have to be honest, I wish the moment had been a bit more cinematic. I wish I could say that the circumstances were more like being kissed by a stranger in Times Square on V-Day or something else with a similar romantic appeal.
But no, the reality of the matter is that when I first heard the news, I was lounging on my couch in my panties. Fortunately, they were at least festive panties.
I do take some comfort, however, in the fact that I probably wasn’t the only person not dressed to witness history that night. And regardless, history just happens. It’s not something you can prepare for.
What’s important, and I say this as a confirmed bleeding heart pacifist who is opposed to the death penalty and who fervently believes that prisons should be more about rehabilitation than punishment, is that right now, I’ve never been prouder of our armed forces.
And, in the future, when I’m asked what it was like to first hear that Bin Laden was dead, that’s the answer I’ll give.