He was lightly wounded - the terrorist was shot and neutralized. The leftists among us, those who bleed so much more quickly for our enemies than for our soldiers - they will be happy to know that paramedics who arrived at the scene followed protocol, even if they failed security warnings.
They checked and treated the terrorist, working to save her life, before they treated our soldier. There is anger in that, as you can probably tell.
I watched the video. I find myself watching...always watching. I'm angry at the soldier that appears on the right. He is clearly on his phone. Would it have made a difference? Probably not.
More than once my sons have told me that in most cases, it's very difficult to stop that first attack. You can't shoot someone until they try to kill you; until they make that first move.
So she made a move...and very quickly she was stopped. More we cannot ask of our soldiers. You are brave and strong; you are aware...(but maybe don't use the phones again).
Less we can only ask of our enemies. Stop. Stop hating. Stop trying to kill. Stop attacking. Stop raising your children in anger.
I have less than a year left to be a soldier's mother - at least a soldier on active duty. I will be the mother of a soldier...on a reserve basis...for another 20 years...but the end of this period is in sight. My stomach clenches when I think of it. I'm so desperate to get there.
Today, there was no flicker of fear. David is home on his "vacation". A few days off - he's out with his friends. He wasn't there; he didn't get off the bus. An Arab woman didn't walk behind him. She didn't stab him.
But one mother somewhere in Israel was called this morning. Hopefully by her son. He would have told her not to worry and with that alone, she would have started. He would have told her he is okay; and she would have died a little bit knowing that if he was really okay, he wouldn't be calling.
He would have told her about the stabbing attack and that he was lightly wounded, but no mother can understand what lightly wounded is until she sees him and so would begin a frantic trip to get to him.
He's probably smart enough to greet her with a smile; her eyes would fill with tears. So close that knife was to destroying her life and it will take many hugs before she can breathe, before she can let go.
I'm not that mother today; I pray to God with all that I am, that I will never be that mother. And I will live in fear every day until that moment when he gives back his gun.
They checked and treated the terrorist, working to save her life, before they treated our soldier. There is anger in that, as you can probably tell.
I watched the video. I find myself watching...always watching. I'm angry at the soldier that appears on the right. He is clearly on his phone. Would it have made a difference? Probably not.
More than once my sons have told me that in most cases, it's very difficult to stop that first attack. You can't shoot someone until they try to kill you; until they make that first move.
So she made a move...and very quickly she was stopped. More we cannot ask of our soldiers. You are brave and strong; you are aware...(but maybe don't use the phones again).
Less we can only ask of our enemies. Stop. Stop hating. Stop trying to kill. Stop attacking. Stop raising your children in anger.
I have less than a year left to be a soldier's mother - at least a soldier on active duty. I will be the mother of a soldier...on a reserve basis...for another 20 years...but the end of this period is in sight. My stomach clenches when I think of it. I'm so desperate to get there.
Today, there was no flicker of fear. David is home on his "vacation". A few days off - he's out with his friends. He wasn't there; he didn't get off the bus. An Arab woman didn't walk behind him. She didn't stab him.
But one mother somewhere in Israel was called this morning. Hopefully by her son. He would have told her not to worry and with that alone, she would have started. He would have told her he is okay; and she would have died a little bit knowing that if he was really okay, he wouldn't be calling.
He would have told her about the stabbing attack and that he was lightly wounded, but no mother can understand what lightly wounded is until she sees him and so would begin a frantic trip to get to him.
He's probably smart enough to greet her with a smile; her eyes would fill with tears. So close that knife was to destroying her life and it will take many hugs before she can breathe, before she can let go.
I'm not that mother today; I pray to God with all that I am, that I will never be that mother. And I will live in fear every day until that moment when he gives back his gun.
She should live in love, be married to a beloved husband, have children and educate her in love.
ReplyDeleteShe should not kill and die in hatred.