How is it that less than 10 months ago, I was in the newsroom bathroom trying to contain my tears during our coverage of both the Charlie Hebdo and the Kosher market attacks.
How is it that today I am again, trying to keep it together after reading terrible words like "they are executing hostages one by one at the Bataclan."
I have opinions about foreign policy, how France should handle national security, and what that also means for the United States.
But I can't get into that now. Not today. I can't help but put myself inside the victims shoes. On the floor among the blood in the theater, sitting on the chairs at Le Petit Cambodge, running out of the Stade de France. I admire the victims courage and "sang froid" amidst the insanity, the hellish environment, the never-ending and torturous feelings they must have been feeling.
Je suis tellement atriste. J'en suis malade. Je suis de tout coeur avec vous, mes compatriotes.
