Sad, first and foremost, for the three RCMP officers who were murdered at the hands of a lone gunman, set apparently it seems on righting some perceived wrong, whose name we will deliberately not repeat.
Constables Dave Ross, 32, Fabrice Georges Gevaudan, 45, and Douglas James Larche, 40, went to work Wednesday thinking it was just another day.
They were all so young with so much more life to live. We can’t begin to fathom the pain and anguish their families are feeling right now.
Sad, also, for the gunman’s own family, often forgotten when such appalling crimes occur. It must be said that they, too, are innocent victims whose lives have been shattered. The looks, the hushed words will be painful to bear.
It’s sad, as well, for Canadian society, in general, which rightly or wrongly, likes to think such massacres only happen in the United States or other parts of the world.
The wool has been lifted and the wolf revealed. We are every bit as prone to the whims of lunatics.
Given its close proximity to our own province, this tragedy particularly hurts. New Brunswick is right next door to us, our neighbours in Atlantic Canada.
It’s discomforting to think how vulnerable, in fact, we really are. Moncton came to a virtual standstill for two days. People were told to stay inside. The pictures of heavily armed police officers and armoured vehicles in a Canadian city looked so totally foreign, so uncharacteristic.
All for one man, no doubt hell bent on a power trip, thrilled to see how much havoc he could wreak.
Look at me, look at me! Look at what I’ve done! Yes, look around. Look at what you’ve done. It’s so very difficult to comprehend but somehow we must try.