Osama bin Laden is dead.

Citizens hang off a lamp post cheering in celebration as thousands of people celebrate in the streets at Ground Zero. Photo: Spencer Platt/Getty Images. Image from colorlines.com via Google images.

Osama bin Laden is dead.
My first emotion? Relief.
Yes, possibly unfounded relief as we obviously have to be prepared for potential retaliation for his death. But I felt relieved, none the less.
It immediately brought my mind back to the families of the victims of 9/11. The heartbreak, the pain, anger, sorrow. Whatever emotions they felt upon hearing the news of Osama bin Laden's death, among them was vindication, I'm sure. But I also have no doubt they felt sorrow. Sorrow because bin Laden's death, although just, can't bring their loved ones back. But hopefully it has brought some closure.
My second emotion was pride. Pride in the country I live in. Pride in the troops, the brave men and women who daily risk their lives, that represent us, that protect us. I have had family die for this cause. That's something I don't take lightly, and that pride swelled in me like an overblown balloon. 
My third emotion was confusion. But why, I wasn't quite sure. After a lot of thought, I've realized that the confusion stemmed from my warring emotions between wanting to jump up and down and chant, "U.S.A! U.S.A!" in the streets, and mourn the fact that a man had to be murdered because of his murderous acts. A just death, by all means. I don't think celebrating the death of an enemy is right, but I do think celebrating good triumphing over evil is. I believe that when righteousness wins out, when our country stands up under fire and says, 'We will fight, and not back down,' that is something to celebrate.
Regardless of personal feelings, Osama bin Laden's death was a victory for our great country. I do agree that to fill the streets in celebration of the death of a fanatic makes us fanatical. I do understand that the Lord instructs us not to gloat when our enemies fall, and I see how celebrating in the streets could be perceived as gloating. For many, it may well have been gloating.
But for me, for my urge to run into the streets shouting, "U.S.A! U.S.A!" was more about pride in my country.
I get why people wanted to wave our flag in the streets, hold it high. They're proud. They're proud of our troops, as we all should be... they're proud of this victory against a kind of terror thousands have experienced... they're proud to call themselves Americans.
As am I.
God bless the U.S.

What was your initial reaction to the news? Do you think it was wrong of people to celebrate in the streets?