That's- ל ראוד חולשמ
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T h a t ' s A l l F o l k s 2010 - Page no. 5 |
The television screen showed the court - hour after hour, the same unchanging image. The court of the State of Palestine captured former IDF officers and put them on trial for war crimes against the Palestinian nation and the Arab nation. During the endless television broadcasts from the court, these despondent people were sentenced, some to long years of imprisonment with hard labor, and some were sentenced to death. They called it war crimes. Eli remembered the hair-prickling scenes from the court, where unshaven, beaten and bruised prisoners sat in a long cage, all of them depressed to the bottom of their souls. These prisoners were the IDF officers who survived the war, and unwillingly became a part of a horrendous farce. Eli stared at the stump of his right hand and pondered how the human brain adapts. In less than a year, he could write with my left hand at least as well as he wrote with his right hand in better days. Beneath the towel that he draped on his leg, the stump of his leg peeped out. Eli gently rearranged the towel in order to veil the stump. Something caught his eye on the monotonous, boring screen of the court. He wheeled his chair closer, and when he stared at the screen, the hair on his neck prickled. His former commander was standing there, head covered, physically and mentally broken. Using the remote control, Eli turned the volume up. The broadcasts from the court had simultaneous translation into Hebrew and Arabic. "Do you remember the orders which were given to you?" "Yes," replied the man, broken and tortured, "the orders were to shoot into the Palestinian mob". "And did you also see women and children?" "Yes, but it was pure rioting." "So you fired live ammunition." "No, only rubber bullets and tear gas grenades". "But on that day you hit and killed a number of Palestinian youths". "The purpose was only to restore order". "And who gave you the orders?" "My commander." From behind the table, the prosecutor in the trial suddenly whipped out an enlarged photograph of a soldier's face. "Is this your commander?" "Yes, it is he." Eli turned the television off, and in his turbulent state of mind, sat down and wrote. "Poster No. 13 the Israel Liberation Organization" My fellow Israelis - Our hope is not yet lost. With the help of God, we shall succeed and avenge ourselves on our enemies. We declare that the Jewish underground has arisen and that it will fight the occupying Palestinians and the collaborating Jews until they are expelled from the country. Raise your heads, citizens of Israel, for now Israel is in a time of trouble. Do not cooperate with the cruel enemy, do not forsake the homeland of the Jewish people. We shall re-establish all that has been ruined. We shall fight the invading enemy until he is vanquished and deported from our Promised Land, until the last conqueror leaves the land of Israel. The Splendor of Israel does not deceive". That's all folks |
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