Posted on December 29th, 2008
I am not a lover of war. In fact, despite our reputation, most Israelis (and that includes those of us who make our home on the other side of the green railroad tracks) are totally against war. Makes sense, I doubt there are many countries who have had to fight as many wars in such a short time as us. I know that sometimes my e-mails reach those who write to tell me that I am a “war monger.” But I much prefer the term “bicycle monger.”
Yet I am not in any way opposed to our current war. Hamas and all the people who joyfully voted them into office deserve completely what is happening. Collective punishment? You bet.
- You collectively voted for the Hamas party of terror. (I doubt because of their progressive stand on environmental issues.)
- You collectively allow rockets to be fired from your houses.
- You collectively cheered your “hero” who slaughtered children studying in their school library.
- You proclaim that it is a wonderful thing to kill Jewish children like my own. Now you want my sympathy for your “civilian” casualties?
Go to hell.
The only thing I support is your often proposed desire to become martyrs. Go ahead fellows, the Israeli Army is there to help.
Anytime I feel the slightest bit guilty about feeling this way, all I need to do is look at the pictures of the kid from Sderot who had his legs blown off by Hamas’ rockets.
Yet living here in Neve Daniel, my complete relief that we are finally “doing something” about the terrorists is tempered by the fact that I know people on our side who will be doing the fighting. I know parents who had a peaceful Shabbat interrupted by orders for their sons to immediately report for duty. Shabbos clothing was replaced by green uniforms, hasty good-byes were said, and moms and dads had to make Havdalah with a couple of empty chairs.
It’s easy for me, a guy who made aliyah too old to serve in the army, to be a cheerleader for a dangerous operation in which we are certain to lose some of our precious solders. All I can do to make sure I keep the proper perspective is just think of the faces of those who I know are down there and pray like crazy that they all come back in one piece.
But for anyone, anywhere, who might not be sure why we are fighting, let me explain.
Yuval–age 4, Ella–age 17, Dorit–age 2, Dana–age 22, Mordehai–age 49, Afik–age 4, Shirel–age 31, Fatima–age 57, Yaakov–age 43, Hani–age 27, Beber–age 58. There are more, but you get the point. These men, women, and children were murdered while playing ball, shopping, and running too late for bomb shelters. Murdered by what a CNN anchor once described as “crude, ineffective weapons.”
And let’s not forget Gilad–age 22, now held in captivity for over two years.
Let’s ignore the idiots at the United Nations who never attended an emergency session to take action against Israeli children being murdered. Let’s just do what we need to do and move on.
May Hashem grant success to all the members of the Israeli Defense Forces and may they all come home safe, sound, and as soon as possible.
Remember our soldiers in your prayers.
From our blessed nation.
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