Today was a tough day. Yesterday we heard of the first soldier killed, then five.
Today, another thirteen. – and we all pray they will be the last, but we fear…Precious, precious souls. Families that will never be the same.
I keep thinking about how our leaders made every mistake possible that ensured that we come to where we are today.
This is the third bloody time (since the expulsion of nine thousand brave Jewish patriots in Gush Katif in 2005), that we have asked our finest young men to risk life and limb in Gaza in order to,,,it really is not very clear anymore. For another period of relative quiet until Hamas decides it is time for a fourth round?
I can just hear the haughty guarantees given us, that we are buying peace and quiet with the expulsions and surrender of 2005…Just rely on them..and Peres and Rabin before Sharon. It is maddening. And not one of these know it alls, have admitted to any mistakes – not one.
This afternoon traffic was stopped on a main street for an hour as a major shopping mall was evacuated due to a bomb scare – a suspicious object was left in a shop. That is all it takes to ruin the day for thousands of Israelis. Another small “price of peace” as Peres, the high priest of national delusion, coined it.
Interesting how in Ramallah they never pay these small prices for peace..Never a suspicious object in their malls.
As I was shopping in that same mall, before we were all rushed out of the complex, I parted with a salesperson with the common wish expressed these days, “may our boys be safe and may the enemy be crushed” I could see that she wanted so much to answer with a solid Amen! but I noticed how she caught herself, looked over her shoulder to the two Arab co workers and then muffled a tiny amen and lowered her head with a look that if captured on film could be the perfect cover of a book entitled “The price of Peace”