Today’s Writing 101 assignment hit close to home here in New Brunswick. The past 24 hours have been spent glued to the news and social media as the Royal Canadian Mounted Police conduct a man hunt. A man hunt for someone who shot 5 RCMP officers; 3 of them fatally.
There are no words to describe the feelings. Moncton is very close to home; New Brunswick is home. There are friends and colleagues locked down unable to leave their homes.
We’re glued media (conventional and social) waiting for word that’s it’s over. The public and media are being asked to not talk about police movements. For the most part, they aren’t.
It’s unreal to watch the broadcasts from streets and and areas I recognize and have traveled. It’s unreal to have updates from friends saying they’re ok, but hunkered down away from windows and they’re scared. It’s unreal to see images of armoured vehicles moving through the streets. It’s unreal but sadly all too real.
Things like this don’t happen here. I suppose everywhere this type of tragedy happens people feel that way. But we’re talking about an area where a deer roaming through the suburbs can be a top three story on the evening news. It doesn’t happen here. But it did.
In the days ahead I’m sure there will be discussion about mental health, and gun laws, and what should have/could have/would have happened. For now, it’s just overwhelming sadness and fear. And thoughts and prayers for the family and friends of those lost, for those locked down in their homes, and for those brave people continuing to work the streets of Moncton to bring closure to this awful situation.