...He gets up and gives me an innocent smile and waves. I smile back . Another bomb follows immediately after, above us this time and we are told to retract behind cover. I don't see him again but I hope the situation will improve for him and me one day.
Yahya Mahamid..
08 April '19..
w/permission from author
Sitting with my back to the metal barrier, I take a second to adjust my helmet when all of a sudden I hear a loud bang against the barrier. It's started- the Friday riots on the Gaza border. I adjust my Kevlar vest, take a breath and stand up to take a look at the other side, all while trying to keep as much of my body under cover.
I'm shocked to see mothers going hand and hand with their kids. Yes, kids, not older than 10-13 coming to the weekly protest as if it were a normal Friday activity.
Our orders are clear. Respect human life and the purity of our arms, it's nothing new after all; it's the IDF code of ethics and that's how we always operate.
I take my sharpshooter sight and start scanning the crowds looking for anything suspicious (bombs & guns). While looking through my sight, I start smelling the familiar smell of burned tires. I know that tear gas will follow so I put on my gas mask and look at the madness that is assembling in front of my eyes.
The adults, mothers & fathers I assume, sitting on the green grass plane enjoying some cold drinks and snacks, while their kids are running towards the security fence, throwing rocks and anything they can get their hands on at us.
I take cover after another rock hits the barrier again. I could've sworn that these rocks travel almost as fast as my bullet. I adjust my protective glasses and take another peak-we can't have the security barrier get damaged.
I stand up again to take a look at the crowd that's growing like a hate tumor on steroids and suddenly I hear an explosion. I look through my sight again, while looking through the black & grey crowd.
I see him. He's sitting with a large blue hoodie, looking straight at me. I take a look at him through my sight to get a closer look and he is just sitting there, looking straight at me like he's staring into my soul. He's not older than 10 years old
Now What?
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