The vast majority of casualties in war are civilians. I think of the spilled blood we do not see, the grief we do not feel, the broken boughs of the trees in the olive orchard. Picnickers in smoking pieces on the ground, pushchairs splintered with little bones.
And I think of the lies and the complex war machine that is eating us all alive, the greedy thrust for profit, expansion and power; the screaming deceit at the heart of so many smashed lives.
