When I watched footage of the massive fire consuming an office building in Austin Texas last week after a domestic terrorist flew a plane into it, my first thought was to hope no one other than the pilot was hurt.
That was, tragically, not the case.
Vernon Hunter, a Vietnam veteran who served two tours of duty…husband and father and friend to many…was murder by Joe Stack when Joe Stack decided to vent his frustrations at all things not in his control by flying a plane into an office building in Austin Texas.
That the good Lord saw fit to limit the loss of life is little comfort to Vernon Hunter’s family…or to his colleagues, who have been terrorized by both the terrorist attack and the disturbing celebration/validation of that attack by everyone from conservative pundits to the junior Senator from Massachusetts.
I take no comfort and find no cause for celebration in the murder of a man who served this nation at war and at peace.
I find no grand statement within the terrorist act that took the life of a beloved husband and father.
Last week’s attack has been lauded by many who aren’t complex enough to be anti-government…’tis more accurate to say they are anti the current administration. They seek to celebrate Stack because this terrorist was American, wrote a manifesto decrying his torture at the hands of [insert government agency here] and that happens to freakishly fit how some folks define a hero.
But in my world, Vernon Hunter is a hero…not because of how he died but because of how he lived.
Yeah, I'm going to remember Vernon Hunter...Vietnam veteran, husband, father and grandfather.
And may God give comfort to those who mourn his loss...