I was lying on the foredeck of a yacht in Francis Bay, US Virgin Islands watching the stars when my dad wandered up and told me there had been a 747 crash in Scotland. We discussed the possibility of terrorism. It was hard to reconcile the beauty of the Caribbean at night with the horror that must have been happening in Lockerbie, and in the homes of family & friends of the victims (later I found out a girl aboard was a college aquaintence)as the truth dawned.
Why are beautiful machines and their precious cargos ever at risk of falling victim to cowards? And that's what they are, cowards. Neither the balls to back up whatever point they're trying to sell, nor the wit to actually communicate it. Just stupid, unfeeling men. It is a small justice that, with minds so puny and empty as to commit such things, they reached Hell long before the act even happened. And Hell in its' various forms is where they'll stay.