On Monday, May 15th, the annual Boston Marathon was interrupted when two bombs went off in Copley Square. The finish line was clouded with smoke, and it is reported that over 100 people are injured and 3 are dead, including an 8 year old boy.
One of the suspects, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, was found that Friday hiding in a boat in Watertown. Tsarnaev is in no condition to be interrogated right now because of several bullet wounds, including one to the neck. He is charged with the intent of using weapons of mass destruction in an attempt to kill people, and there is question on whether or not the death penalty will be implemented, despite it's illegality in Massachusetts. His brother, the other suspect, was killed in a shootout with the police.
The scariest part about this to me at first was just the sheer fact that it happened in Boston, a place so close to home. Not only that, but the bombs went off in Copley Square, a place I frequently visit with friends. I was in Florida at the time the bomb went off, but I know that if I wasn't, I would have gone to Boston. When I watched the news show footage of the explosion, I was terrified. I recognized vividly where it went off, because I've walked down that street so many times. Things like this unfortunately aren't infrequent, but most people never think that they could happen so close to home.
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