Our children
For those of you in Israel, and especially for those of you with children currently in the IDF, here's a reminder about
those kids who were attacked by
peace terror activists at sea last Monday (Hat Tip:
Dani K).
It was my child who was grabbed by his legs and thrown off the upper deck of the ship; who was brutally beaten up; who had a stun grenade hurled at him; who was stabbed in the stomach; who had his arm broken.
It was my child who was stunned to discover that the peace activists, the cool youngsters on board the ship – the ones who must be wearing a Che Guevara t-shirt and listening to Bob Marley music – are in fact a bunch of wolves posing as little red riding hood.
It was my child who was willing to put himself through demanding physical training starting in 10th grade already in order to become a Navy commando; who was as happy as can be when he completed a course that only few manage to survive through. It is my child who arrives home on Fridays just to hug and kiss me because I remembered to make the schnitzel he loves so much.
It was my child who found himself attacked with bats and stun grenades, after he was equipped with a paintball gun and was told a thousand times to be gentle with the peace sailors, lest everything get out of control and the whole world will rise up against us.
It was my child, the one I gave birth to, educated, and sent to the IDF, who truly felt this is an important national mission, and that he should be doing everything in order not to disappoint his commanders, his friends, his army chief, his defense minister, and his mother.
Just like an unexpected slap to the face of a passerby at a dark alley came this recognition. Just like the first rain after a year of drought. These people we got used to referring to as “IDF soldiers” are our children. We gave birth to them in our image, and they’re us.
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I'm sorry, am I missing something buried in this mushy crap?
Our soldiers were sent armed with paintguns onto a terrorist ship.
Who ever questioned the love of our children?
We should all question those who made the irresponsible decision to approve such a folly of an operation. At the minimum, Ehud Barak, Gabi Ashkenazi and the commanders of Shayatet 13 should be dismissed with permanent marks of Cain.
To quote Manhigut Yehudit's Moshe Feiglin:
"When you will be a Navy commando," I said to my son this morning, "and they will arm you with a toy rifle, don't set out on your mission. Return the rifle, go to prison, let them expel you from the most elite unit – but do not agree to such a humiliation of the army. We did not send you to the army to needlessly endanger your life, to humiliate yourself, to humiliate the IDF and to humiliate the State of Israel."
And this is what we instinctively told our son, now in the IDF, even before Feiglin published his words. After all, this is exactly what Jewish parents should tell their enlisted children under the circumstances. It should be intuitive.
And not just because we love them. We love this country and our people, too, and are fed up with bunglings of the elites who've been in charge over the last 30 years - no exceptions.
The arabs, the islamists hate our children so much more than they 'love' their own. They simply want to kill jews. Peace is not an option for them.
It should not be for us either. Its time to foreclose on the folly of Oslo, of Wye, of all the other agreements which have given rise to this terrible onslaught. Its time to bring the fight back to them, to disable their retreat, and to force them to give up their goals. This cannot be done around a "peace" negotiation that we would honor and they would dishonor and ignore.
No, its to compel them to give up their goals by force of arms, legal manueverings to bankrupt them, criminal proceedings to disrupt the dangerous NGOs, civil proceedings against all NGOs that seek to de-legitimize the country and the people, and anyone who aids and abets terror.
Bring the fight to them.
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