As I approached the roundabout I could see the helicopter through the top of my windscreen. It was hovering, purposefully, keeping a keen eye on something yet unseen by me. I next caught sight of the police bikes. Two of them, both with their riders with their hands in the air bringing the oncoming traffic to a halt. I sat in my car, waiting, and with the other drivers around me wondered what was going on.<\/p>\n
Would there be a glimpse of someone famous? A dignitary, perhaps royalty, or a senior politician maybe?<\/p>\n
The sirens came next and more police bikes sped through the gap before fast-response cars followed. It was then that I saw the first hearse. It took the roundabout at speed, and was followed in quick succession by eight more. With only a length between each of them it was like watching an ominous race.<\/p>\n
They sped off followed by more chase cars, all under the eyes of the men in the sky above.<\/p>\n
9 hearses; 9 coffins. 9 of the victims from the Tunisia beach attack. I was suddenly only a few feet away from this shocking episode of evil.<\/p>\n
One moment the victims were holidaying on a beach and now under comprehensive escort they were travelling the A40 at record pace. The hearses caught me by surprise. But I remember thinking that no one would have been more surprised than the victims themselves.<\/p>\n
We\u2019ve just remembered 7\/7 in the UK. The memories from that fateful day are still fresh. The images bring it all rushing back. In a world where atrocities seem to take place at an alarming rate, the horror of evil actions remains shocking when observed by those near to them.<\/p>\n
We feel the wrongness of these situations. We think of the pain of those caught up in the events. We mourn.<\/p>\n
When the immediate grief subsides people caught up in suffering move from looking for comfort to looking for answers. \u2018Why\u2019? And, \u2018how\u2019? And, \u2018could it have been prevented?\u2019 And so on.<\/p>\n