It was not supposed to happen here

This is not supposed to happen here. But it did.

For those who have not heard, there was a shooting in Chattanooga, Tennessee at a military recruiting station. Four killed, three injured. I refuse to name the shooter. He does not need anymore attention. He is getting enough from the media and on social media.

Maybe I was sheltered as a child. I thought people were basically good. People helped each other. I guess I was wrong.

Four families in mourning. Four friends, brothers, uncles, fathers, four solders gone in a hail of gunshots. For what? For what purpose? I can think of no reason UNARMED soldiers needed to die.

This was not supposed to happen here. Chattanooga is only 45 minutes from where I am sitting right now. Chattanooga is a sleepy, beautiful town. I can feel the pain all the way here.

it has already started: the religion of the shooter is the cause. I refuse to go there. I have lived  my life hating Muslims. I refuse to go to that dark place again. I refuse to hate all because of the actions of one.

My beautiful state has been touched by terrorism. And it, and I, will never be the same. I pray for those personally affected.  I pray for my state. May G-d protect us all. May G-d be wth the families. May the memories of those who lost their lives be a blessing.

About the Author
Elizabeth is a nurse by profession, and a parent of a dog who thinks she is human. She likes lots of things. She may write about them.
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