As I was riding the bus this evening we heard the missile alerts for Bet Shemesh and the Jerusalem outskirts. It is unusual for them to shoot so far, but they want to prove that they can.
My thoughts immediately focused on my children in Bet Shemesh. I am sure that my son and daughter in law quickly roused my two little grand daughters out of bed and rushed them into the bomb proof room.as did thousands of others at the same moment.
What did they tell the little ones as they urgently scooped them from their sleep? What will they explain to them and how will these memories affect them tomorrow and beyond?
“But why do they want to hurt us daddy..?”
Jewish children have been asking this question for far too many centuries. Israel was supposed to change that.
Perhaps pondering these thoughts are a luxury on a day when we buried ten of our brave holy young men. Five were killed by a terrorist that popped up out of a tunnel next to a kibbutz. Five others were killed with a mortar round just inside the Israeli border.
So many, many thoughts flood my mind these days as I go from one funeral to another and then to a house of mourning.
They say that our leaders have information that we do not have so ..rely on them. We have been doing so since the Oslo treachery of 1993 which threw open the gates of misery for Israel’s Jews.
Shimon Peres is of course the proud holder of the Nobel Peace prize together with his peace partner, Yassar Arafat and also the holder of two freedom medals from his good friend Barak Hussein Obama,( who tried bullying Bibi into an unconditional cease fire brokered by our good friends the Turks.)
Peres just retired now from president of Israel and declared that he still hopes to play an active role in the quest for peace.
I suggest that he take a break and write a few thousand letters of apology to his many “sacrifices for peace”, the last ten, just this afternoon.