I felt my first twinge of fear about this terrorism thing while reading about biological warfare today. It certainly is worrisome, but there is never any shortage of things to worry about, if one wants to worry. I refuse to let a gang of crackpot religious cultists intimidate me.
My father served in World War II, memorizing the eyechart so he could sign up in spite of his nearsightedness. He doesn't really talk about his experiences in the war, but my mother told me that part of what he did was rescue and recovery in England during the Blitz. My mother lived in London at that time, too. Those must have been terribly dark days for them, but they survived and had the best days of their lives after that. My father is still alive, 60 years later.