Overturned fishing boats
So how come overcrowded boats still haunt our lives*
We've been reading about US attacks on small boats in the Caribbean and Pacific for two months now. And every discussion feels a little worse.
The last few days the focus has been on the fact that they returned to kill the two survivors of the first strike, while they clung their overturned boat.
Ultimately, Bradley told lawmakers, he ordered a second strike to destroy the remains of the vessel, killing the two survivors, on the grounds that it appeared that part of the vessel remained afloat because it still held cocaine, according to one of the sources.
But overturned boats float. I know they do. (But bales of cocaine won't.)
And that's the problem. Every day, drip by drip, I feel like I'm being retraumatised. My trauma was almost 17 years ago. But with every strike, it feels like it's coming closer. And now, with discussions of overturned boats, it feels a lot closer.
I also feel concern for the families of the people killed, and the families of the people who must fear for them as they venture out. I can imagine their terror, their trauma.
*David Rudder "Haiti"