I didn't know any of the sailors who were lost or injured in the recent attack on the USS Cole. Still, I found myself grappling with whether to attend the memorial service.
My husband serves on board the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower. I heard on the news that the Cole's injured sailors would all attend the service, as well as some of the families of those who perished.
I almost decided not to go. I didn't want to appear as if I were ogling the injured sailors and grieving families, like a rubbernecker driving past a traffic accident; I have too much respect for what these sailors and their families lost. Also, my four-year-old son, not yet in school, would have to come to the service with me. I worried that he wouldn't understand, that he might act inappropriately.
Somewhere, deeper down, I also worried that he would understand.