the view from where i sit

I spent all weekend at a retreat for PWOC that I have spent the last few months planning. For me it was not so much of a retreat as it was work but I knew that going in. The ladies and I had a fabulous weekend and I think they all left rejuvinated and encouraged.

Right as we finished packing everything up one of the other board members let us know that we had been elevated to FPCon Bravo. FPCon stands for Force Protection Condition which is a terror threat alert for the military. The farther we go down the military alphabet the more security measures we have to go through to function in our day-to-day military lives. That board member’s husband (who is a Colonel) had told her it was because of the NATO strikes that had killed Gadaffi’s son in Lybia. Yes, a NATO airstrike did kill one of Gadaffi’s sons, but that was not why we were at heightened security. {i’m sure this won’t be the last time the army lies to me}

I decided to head to the commissary yesterday afternoon because I didn’t want to deal with traffic at the gate on a work day. So 30+ minutes and a vehicle search later I was grocery shopping. My soldier was doing some fridge and pantry reconnaissance for me over the phone when he said some interesting stuff was coming over Twitter. He called me back and confirmed that Osama bin Laden was dead. It was announced over the commissary loud speaker 5 minutes later.

The cheers were deafening.

I drove home quickly, endured the security at our gate where a senior enlisted MP told me, “Prepare to go to Charlie, Mam.”

Reality began to set in as I watched President Obama’s speech.

I called my brother-in-law, veteran of a deployment each to Iraq and Afghanistan. I called my friends whose husbands are deployed to encourage them. It was on them that my final prayers rested last night.

The backlash on Facebook was astonishing this morning. Some people were elated, some were assessing the political reaction, and some were angered at the elated people for reveling in the loss of a man’s life. The view from where I sit is a bit mingled.

Justice has been served, and as a wife of a member of our military I will not deny the peace that washed over me when I heard the news. My heart cheered with the people in the commissary. Everyone in that commissary is entitled to that victory cry. They have served faithfully for the past ten years to bring justice, and they have lost family and comrades in arms along the way. They all swore to defend and protect. After years of fighting and loss a huge mission was finally accomplished. As I told My Soldier last night, it validates their service, the time spent away from family, and the hardships that resulted from seeing that mission out.

As I look at t through my Christian worldview I see that a man is now receiving his eternal judgment. As a believer I cannot revel in that. He was a man created in God’s image and I deserve the same wrath as him. I am once again thankful for my savior in Christ, grateful that I will not have the same fate. Am I grateful that a man is receiving God’s eternal wrath? No, of course not! Am I grateful that a huge threat to our country has been removed with the death of this man? Yes. Yes I am.

My night rapidly turned to concern as I thought about all of the people I know that are deployed right now. I fear we have stepped on a hornets’ nest and unleashed a swarm intent on our destruction. Clearly the military recognizes the treat. It was business as normal for My Soldier today. There was no pause to celebrate. They are more focused and more vigilant than before. Our prayers go out to all of the military deployed right now who are under heightened security and have already felt the beginning of what will likely be a drawn out backlash.