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Video: ‘I killed for you, with these hands!’ cries Israeli veteran with PTSD

All there is to say about this video posted by a friend is, Watch it. A former Israeli soldier named Ido Gal Razon who was a hero of an Israeli operation in Gaza eight years ago called “Clear as Wine” testifies before a parliamentary committee about his PTSD.

“I killed for you, with these hands. You say terrorists with blood on their hands? I killed more than 40 people for you. ..

“[At night] he comes to me and says, ‘Why did you kill me?’…

“The data you present is rubbish.”

At 3:33, a voice says, “Ido let me speak” and his mother rises from the gallery to describe how her son’s mental injuries have torn the family apart.

This is sort of the Israeli version of American Sniper, a lot shorter. And yes, it’s about occupation. It’s about resistance. It’s about the price few are paying for war crimes.

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They will sacrifice everything and everyone at the altar of Zionism. Now with all the distractions in the world we must be vigilant because the zionists are already plotting their next major move. They always strike during times of global disruption

Wow, that was intense. If anyone knows anything about this Operation Clear as Wine (Jesus what a name) please enlighten me. I could not find anything in a quick and dirty search of the inter tubes.

Being an empathetic person I feel for the man and his family. I’ve got a brother with issues, though not as bad as this. We’ve seen this story play out in our own country. Young men who are sent out to do the dirty work of empire only to be dumped and abandoned when they are of no further use.

Razon seems very confused. It’s almost as if he feels guilty about feeling guilty. He knows he didn’t kill 40 “terrorists” he killed 40 people defending their homes. But what can he do? Acknowledge to himself that he is a terrorist? But that can’t be because Jews aren’t terrorists. But he knows that he has “blood on his hands” because the dead keep coming to him in his sleep. He wants treatment but all he’s going to get from his government is a pat on the back and some soothing words about heroism then they’ll give him some medals and send him on his way. He’s probably too messed up to take the next step which would be to go to war against his governement. Those are the real terrorist.

Strange Meeting
BY WILFRED OWEN

It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.

Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall,—
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

With a thousand fears that vision’s face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
“Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress.
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.

“I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now. . . .”

slightly off topic .

Nietanyahu,s Brother in law says the PM is against a 2SS.

http://www.jpost.com/Arab-Israeli-Conflict/Report-PMs-brother-in-law-says-Netanyahu-against-Palestinian-state-435625

“Asked by Al-Jazeera if Netanyahu was sincere in past pledges to the US and European governments who have pressured Israel for years to come to negotiated settlement, Ben-Artzi said: ” My feeling is that he made a maneuver, some kind of tactic: ‘I will say that I agree, but I will act against it,'” and added “I don’t think it’s a good move, although it’s regarded as sophisticated; but I have told him several times, ‘You have to be sincere,’ and I believe, and I know that in his heart and in his mind, he is against the Palestinian state.”

“[Netanyahu] sets so many conditions that it makes it impossible, practically speaking. So it’s not really lying; he is saying, ‘I’m in favor.’ For example: ‘I’m in favor of flying in the air, but on condition that you give me a plane. You are not going to give me a plane, and so I won’t fly in the air.’ Something like this,” he said.” j post

Watched and felt no pity I am afraid. Measure this supposed PTSD trauma against the thousands of civilians and over a thousand innocent children killed by him and his fellow Zionist zombies in Gaza with their their devastated families left to mourn and suffering mass scale real PTSD his “plight ” is as nothing.