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It's late, so forgive me for what may be an incoherent entry on the subject that has been invading the consciousness of this nation for the past... well... little more than 24 hours.

Two dead men.
Both soldiers and civilians.
In my society there really is no difference.
None.
We are raised from the cradle to believe in the righteousness of the Army and our role, as citizens of this country and inhabitants of this land, to serve our country by serving in the Army.

In a BBC article talking about the high price Israel has paid - and it was, freeing a baby killer (and other combatants and bodies) for a couple of corpses is still obscene in my head, especially because Kuntar was a convicted murderer and not a convicted terrorist - his incarceration was equal in its politics and its criminality.

One of the things that struck me reading the short aforementioned article was this, and I quote:
"It is an essential part of our moral fibre, of our soul," [Col. Eisin] says.

"It is a promise we make to every Israeli mother that, when we send her son or daughter away to fight, we will bring them home whatever happens to them."

This soul is also spoken about:
Col Eisin acknowledges my suggestion that what Israelis see as their "soul" is regarded by their many enemies as a "flaw", a "weakness".

"That's just the way it is," she responds. "We won't change the way we are."

Maybe we need to.
Change, I mean.
Into what I don't know.
I've also mislaid my point somewhere along this post, again, apologies for the incoherence but I've got something I need to get out.

Which is this: There is an inherent problematization[sp?] with the conflation of civilian/solider and of service to nation/service to the military.

I had more points.
But I'm sleepy.
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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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