His mother said:

[stilltrucking]

I love to see my son's head

Thrusting out of the hatch of his tank - that Advertisement


Mighty steel giant long broad and fortified

Better than any Panzer in the Second World War

No bleeding-heart poet can be revolted by him

Ridicule him and suggest to the crewman to think

For himself in other words to rebel

(This is an educated mother, she, too, has read Brecht)

I am myself a second generation Holocaust survivor's daughter

Know my son might be seen as a bullying Goliath

And not as fair-eyed David skilled musician and sexy

Who slings a smooth stone into the azure emptiness

Gaining the right to chop off the head and to fling it like a watermelon

And to spill from his pouch two hundred Philistine foreskins

To the cheers and snorts of joy of the world and History

(She wasn't born in Sparta, she knows where it's at)

And don't tell me about the regrettable hit

That the shell from my son's cannon by mistake breached

Of all places the home of Abu al-Aish the humanist doctor from Jabalya

And instead of executing a targeted assassination of a murderous terrorist

Based on verified cross-checked reliable information of intelligence and Shin Bet

Killed the daughters of the doctor who worked with us at Soroka

A brave person who believed in coexistence and in man as such

(In her childhood she also knew by heart Sahki Sahki)



http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1056661.html

[stilltrucking]

"You will say Christ saith this, and the apostles say this,
but what canst thou say?



Margaret Fell, quoting from her first encounter with George Fox