When a Bomb Drops it’s Always Hitting Someone’s Friends

Leb.jpg My friend Danny went home to Lebanon. Yesterday on Echo he posted, “They started bombing during the morning call to prayer.” Here’s a more complete description of what he’s going through.

Today he posted, “I’m sitting in my office on campus which is by the water; the reports from the warships of bombs heading toward Dahiyeh are shaking the whole building.”

In Lebanon, anywhere a bomb hits it’s close by. Someone on Echo posted that according to the CIA factbook, Lebanon is “about 0.7 times the size of Connecticut.”

But Danny won’t leave.

I understand completely. After 9/11 nothing could have induced me to leave New York, even though for all we knew then, more destruction was coming our way. But still.

(Photos courtesy of the New York Times.)

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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