It just got (more) personal
My second cousin is in the army. Or was.
He was stationed in Tyre, to man a prehistoric anti-aircraft gun that could only intimidate migrating birds.
He heard Israeli choppers flying in to drop commandos in a civilian area.
We don't know if he actually managed to get a round fired off or not.
Moments later he became a charred body in a destroyed vehicle.
In my heart, I know his death served no purpose.
He is fodder to the raging inferno of death and hate sweeping Lebanon, leaving ash and dust in its wake.
But when his toddler kids grow up, and ask me what happened in 2006, I will say he died a hero.
Would they understand the truth? Would they forgive us if they did?
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