Imagine that you are being held captive by your enemies. You don’t know where you are. You don’t know what day it is. You don’t know what month it is. You don’t know if your mother and father are alive or dead. You don’t, in fact, know anything outside the fact that you are being held captive by your enemies.
Now imagine that times a thousand, and you begin to get what it feels like to be Gilad Shalit—assuming, of course, that he’s still alive. There is no proof that he is, and much experience to the contrary, including threats by his kidnappers to kill him.
At a certain point, the kidnapped soldier’s father, Noam, who had remained silent throughout the ceremony, reached out and touched the sign.
“This number speaks for itself. I think that all of Israel needs to stop for a minute and think about Gilad in captivity in Gaza,” he said to participants in the ceremony.
Tal Danor, who hung the sign, told Ynet that “it’s a sad and really unpleasant feeling. We hoped we wouldn’t reach 1,000. I hope we won’t have to change a lot more numbers.”
They are no closer to getting Gilad Shalit’s release—or remains—than they were a thousand days ago.
The AP managed five whole paragraphs on the story before merging it into an article about the Palestinians. Typical.
One thousand days. And the world doesn’t blame the monsters who kidnapped Shalit. They blame Israel for refusing to release enough murderers to satisfy Hamas.
One thousand days.
For each day of uncertaintanty in the whereabouts of Gilad Shalit, may his capturers or his murderers and their houses, have justice done by the Almighty.
Israel should offer one bigshot Hamasnik for Shalit. Station a sniper with a .50 Barrett nearby. If the Hamas scum delver a corpse, shoot the bigshot. “We will exchange prisoners in the same condition we receive back our released prisoners.”