There is no glory in the carnage of war
In the Middle East, men beat their chests and taunt one another as their families are torn apart by bombs and mortars. Their boasts and bravado are mixed with anguish on both sides, drowning the sounds of the wounded and the whimper of the dying. War is not a game to be entrusted to men.
Perhaps it is time for the mothers of the soldiers to decide when to sacrifice their young?
The choice for warriors is clear and simple: Either dig more graves or terminate the violent madness. There is no glory in pointing fingers or competing to see who the greater victim is. The same pride that celebrates martyrdom can be used to grow children instead.
We sleep soundly in the relative safety of Duluth. None of us can imagine what it feels like to run to shelters, waiting for the missiles of Hamas and their Iranian handlers to find their mark. Who among us could endure the closure of our borders to food, fuel, medicine and work by the army of Israel?
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Would it not be better to seek a common future for the children of Abraham? To find the human being in those we have been taught to hate? Could we learn to love our own children more than we hate one another?
After all, Muslims, Christians and Jews are cousins born of a single seed. We are all Israeli and we are all Palestinians. It is not just about them, but also about us. There is but one choice: To live together despite our differences and thrive -- or follow the path of righteous indignation and mutual destruction.
Gary Gordon
Duluth
