Are you as proud as I am that the Boston Marathon bombers have been caught? Wasn’t it great when they cut his head off and paraded it on a pole through the streets of Watertown, Mass.? I loved it when everyone spit on his dead body and yelled “Death to the Chechens”. Oh wait, that didn’t happen, did it? Being the infidels that we are, when the remaining bomber was discovered cowering under a boat tarp, we got him out and transported him to the hospital so his injuries could be treated. Aren’t we evil? You better believe if this had happened in another country he would never have seen the inside of a hospital and the scenario I described earlier, would still be going on. Instead the people of Boston and Watertown stood on the side of the streets yelling, “USA, USA”. It made me proud and, to be honest, I cried a little.
I love my country. We are a little crazy sometimes but generally we’re good-hearted people who care for others. I realized what a patriot I was when I had to leave the U.S. for a couple of years. I was an Air Force brat growing up and my dad was assigned to Clark AFB in the Philippines for two years. When my mom heard about it she cried. I was excited though. New place, new people, etc. I was surprised to learn later that most of the Filipinos that I met wanted nothing more than to be able to call themselves an American. This was understandable since we lived there during Marcos’ reign. The Marcos’ lived in splendor with gold bathroom fixtures, luxurious homes, and an impressive collection of shoes. The majority of the Filipinos lived in huts surrounded by mud while they worried about their kids dying from parasites or cholera. The next time you think our government is completely worthless, think about that. Being a kid I was mostly ticked off by the fact I couldn’t get certain things that were common in the U.S. For instance, for some reason you couldn’t get Sweet Tarts anywhere on the base. I was never that fond of them but when I saw you couldn’t get them, I wanted them. Occasionally we would travel over small, winding roads to Subic Bay Naval Station where, I thought this was a miracle, you could get as many Sweet Tarts as you could hold. I always bought a load of them because they were like gold during recess at school. I did some fast trading when my pockets were full of Sweet Tarts. However, I’ll never forget coming home. I waved goodbye to my best friend at the airport and boarded a plane for the long trip home. A few minutes before we reached the California coastline the pilot announced we were entering the U.S. mainland. I looked down and saw the waves rolling up on the California sand and I broke down and cried. I wasn’t alone in this either. I was home and I never wanted to leave again.
I still feel that way. We are a caring and wonderful people. We mourn those that have lost their lives in the line of duty even if we never knew them. We light candles and offer prayers for families that we will never meet. We freely open our hearts and give to others in times of need and most of us never expect to receive anything in return. During the attacks on the World Trade Center people were running to help those who had been injured. The Red Cross had to say they had enough blood because so many wanted to give. To just help in some small way. That was all that was on our minds. The same thing happened during the bombings at the Boston Marathon. I saw a report where a man threw himself on top of a woman and her children so they wouldn’t be hurt from the flying shrapnel. He put himself in danger to help complete strangers. Others applied tourniquets to the ones that were gravely injured and offered comfort to the traumatized. The same thing happened during the Sandy Hook and Virginia Tech shootings. That’s who we are. We care, we love, and we take care of those in need. We also take people who have destroyed hundreds of lives to the hospital so their injuries can be taken care of by Americans. I’ve thought about this a lot because I was an emergency and trauma room nurse for many years. Could I have looked down and done my best to care for someone so evil that they had placed a bomb next to an innocent eight year old child? I didn’t have to think about it for long because I knew I would have done my best because that’s who I am. As a nurse, it’s not my job to judge others, just to care for them to the best of my ability. I’m sure the hospital staff in Massachusetts did the same.
This bomber really should think about how lucky he is. He’ll receive a fair trial in a U.S. court of law and will probably be given a lawyer who will defend him to the best of their ability. While he’s awaiting his time in court he’ll be given three meals a day and a clean, safe place to sleep. I hope he thinks about what’s he’s done and I sincerely hope that somewhere in his little black heart he thinks about the people he’s hurt. Considering this guy ran over his own brother with a stolen car I’m not sure he has a heart or soul but I can hope can’t I? Until then, stand tall America! Once again we’ve shown what really makes us the greatest nation on earth. God bless us all. God bless America.