Just as the wheels of my airplane touched back down in Texas Sunday morning, the first alert I saw after turning my cell phone back on was three Baton Rouge police officers were ambushed and killed in a shootout while we were 30,000 feet up.
This comes during a time when police nationwide have been on high alert after five officers were killed by a sniper in Dallas on July 7 at the end of a peaceful protest against nationwide officer-involved shootings.
It is the deadliest attack on U.S. law enforcement since 9/11, NBC News reports.
According to The Officer Down Memorial Page, Inc., 66 officers have lost their lives in the line of duty; 12 of them are from Texas.
The Washington Post reports 522 people have been shot and killed by police in 2016.
Just before I left to escape the Texas heat, 49 people were gunned down and 53 others were injured at a gay nightclub in Orlando, June 12. Authorities said this was the deadliest mass shooting in the U.S. and the nation’s worst terror attack since 9/11.
As a mother, my worst fears are coming true — I am raising children in a time where humanity has lost its way and when violence and terror seems never-ending.
When our list of follow-on assignments came down the pike last week and I saw how many positions were overseas, my stomach turned. Before kids and before all this violence, we would have been quick to flood our top choices with such opportunities, but now we are singing a very different tune.
Scores of people were killed July 15 when a large truck plowed through a Bastille Day crowd in Nice, France, in what President Francois Hollande called a terror attack.
The self-proclaimed Islamic State has conducted or inspired more than 125 terrorist attacks in 27 countries other than Iraq and Syria, where its carnage has taken a much deadlier toll, according to CNN. Those attacks have killed at least 1,767 people and injured thousands more.
Our world is fractured, leaving us looking for answers as well as hope. Why is the world we live in full of so much hate?
A failed military coup in Turkey July 17 left at least 290 people dead and more than 1,400 injured in a chaotic night of violence.
It’s only half way through the year and we have seen so many lives taken by terror and violence — not just here in the U.S., but in countless other places around the globe. It seems like every time the news comes on there is a new report of mass violence happening somewhere in the world, and it’s becoming difficult to even find ways to process our grief anymore. I am struggling to muster up the hope that somehow we’ll be able to band together and live in peace, so that my kids won’t have to live in fear.
Everywhere you turn, people are posting and hashtagging things like black lives matter, blue lives matter and pray for the world, and calling on our president to fight back with — you guessed it — more violence.
Why are we so consumed with race and titles and getting even?
It doesn’t matter what color or gender or job occupation the person holds, because at the end of the day, a human life was cut short by another human who believes they have the right to use violence to do what they want or to get what they want, and that using brutal force makes them significant, important and in charge.
In this game, no one wins. Instead, we all lose.
We’re all mourning together, and we have to have faith that there’s so much more good in the world than bad, even on days when everything feels so dark.
Vanessa Lynch is an Army spouse and a former editor at the Killeen Daily Herald.