A strange sickness

There is a strange sickness in the world. A new virus, for which there is no immediate cure, has taken tenacious hold in the psyche of some. Our threat, X, holds a reign of terror while we scuttle like frightened rabbits searching shelter. Air strikes fill my heart with fear of repercussions and yet we cannot stand by helpless. We must act. I wish I could believe there is a God who is watching over us all. In the meantime, we must do our bit in a universal show of togetherness just as a previous generation stood united during the World Wars. Only a few decades ago, the young fought in the frontline. Watching old documentaries I used to feel relieved knowing we are in a period of Peace. No more. Our young men and women, as well as the rest of us are going to war every day − taking the underground or going to see a concert. You never know when they'll strike. But let us live with courage and hope that good sense will prevail and we will find a cure to this sickness.