As I was riding the bus thisÂ evening we heard the missile alerts for Bet Shemesh andÂ the Jerusalem outskirts. It is unusual for them to shoot so far, but they wantÂ to prove that they can.
My thoughts immediatelyÂ focused on my children in Bet Shemesh. I am sure that my son and daughter in law quickly roused my two littleÂ grandÂ daughters out of bed and rushed them into the bomb proof room.as did thousands of othersÂ at theÂ same moment.
What did they tell theÂ little ones asÂ they urgently scooped themÂ from their sleep?Â 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 thoughtsÂ are a luxury on a day when we buriedÂ ten of our brave holy young men.Â Five wereÂ 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 thoughtsÂ 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 notÂ haveÂ so ..rely on them. We have been doing so since the Oslo treachery of 1993 which threwÂ open the gates of misery for Israel’s Jews.
Shimon Peres is of course theÂ proudÂ holder of the Nobel Peace prize together with his peace partner, Yassar Arafat andÂ also the holder of twoÂ freedom medals from hisÂ good friend Barak Hussein Obama,( who tried bullying Bibi intoÂ an unconditional cease fire brokered by our good friends the Turks.)
PeresÂ just retired now from president of Israel and declared thatÂ heÂ 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 thisÂ afternoon.