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Opinion | And these are names | Israel Hayom

2023-10-16T06:34:43.547Z

Highlights: Opinion | And these are names | Israel Hayom. "Have we forgotten that this group of boys, sitting in Nahal Oz, carries on their shoulders the heavy gates of Gaza, beyond which hundreds of thousands of hands and eyes are crowded praying for our weakness?", asks Yossi Ben-Ghiat. "We will ask for the blood of the murdered, but we will also demand answers from our leadership," he adds. "The longing for peace is corrosive. We'll fix it anymore! Not anymore!"


"Have we forgotten that this group of boys, sitting in Nahal Oz, carries on their shoulders the heavy gates of Gaza, beyond which hundreds of thousands of hands and eyes are crowded praying for our weakness?"


Look them in the eye.

Look carefully at their features. The movement of their bodies. Their voices. You are Naveh, 8, Noam, 12, Erez, 12, Sahar, 16, and Yahel, 3.

These are the names and ages of five of the more than 100 kidnapped to Gaza by Hamas monsters.

In the videos before the inferno, they appear happy, smiling, hugged by their parents. Feel safe in the wonderful nature around them. They and their parents are convinced that the state protects them, even in the place where they decided to make their home and raise their children – the Gaza envelope.

17,1956 residents who experienced a horrific massacre a week ago. An unimaginable loss. They lived there and worked the fields in Nahal Oz, down to the last furrow, up to the fence, as Chief of Staff Moshe Dayan coined in his eulogy for Roy Rothberg in Nahal Oz in <>.

Roy was a kibbutz member who served as the security coordinator, and he was only 21 years old. He was murdered by Palestinian infiltrators, who dragged him across the border and mutilated his body.

Chief of Staff Dayan arrived at the funeral and eulogized him.

The speech is considered one of the most influential in Israel's short history on Israel's security concept in the war against the Palestinians. It is fitting, of all times, to return to that eulogy and its moving words, and to understand that although almost 70 years have passed since then, nothing has changed.

Moshe Dayan: "Yesterday morning Roy was murdered. The quiet of the spring morning dazzled, and he did not see those lurking alone on the furrow. Not from the Arabs in Gaza, but from ourselves we will ask for His blood. How did we close our eyes from staring hard at our fate, from seeing the destiny of our generation in all its cruelty? Have we forgotten that this group of youths, sitting in Nahal Oz, carries on their shoulders the heavy gates of Gaza, beyond which hundreds of thousands of hands and eyes are crowded, praying for our weakness to come, so that they can tear us to shreds – have we forgotten this?

Dayan: "Beyond the border furrow rises the sea of hatred and desires for revenge, which awaits the day when tranquility dulls our vigilance. The day we listen to the ambassadors of harassing hypocrisy, calling on us to lay down our arms. To us and only to us cries out my blood Roy and his torn body... This is the decree of our generation, this is the choice of our lives – to be ready and armed, strong and rigid, or because the sword will drop from our fist and our lives will be cut off."

"We know that in order for hope of our destruction to perish, we must be, morning and night, armed and prepared.

"We are a settlement generation, and without a steel cap and the muzzle of the cannon, we will not be able to plant a tree and build a house. Our children will have no life if we don't dig shelters, and without barbed wire and a machine gun we won't be able to pave a road and drill water. The millions of Jews who were exterminated without a land are watching us from the ashes of Israeli history and commanding us to settle down and establish a land for our people. But beyond the border furrow rises the sea of hatred and desires for revenge, which awaits the day when tranquility dulls our vigilance. The day we listen to the ambassadors of harassing hypocrisy, calling on us to lay down our arms. To us and only to us cries out my blood Roy and his torn body... This is the decree of our generation, this is the choice of our lives – to be ready and armed, strong and rigid, or to let the sword drop from our fist and cut off our lives. Roy Rothberg, the blond boy who went from Tel Aviv to build his house at the gates of Gaza, to be a wall for us. Roy, the light in his heart blinded his eyes, and did not see the corrosive lightning. The longing for peace deafened his ears, and he did not hear the sound of murder lurking. Respect the gates of Gaza from his shoulders and they will be able to him..."

We will ask Hamas for the blood of the murdered, but we will also demand answers from our leadership.

We deserve answers and a thorough investigation of the things that led to this unimaginable disaster. Not anymore!

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Source: israelhayom

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