blood filled the streets of Isreal.. small children cried next to dead corpse of thier mothers and fathers.. Soilders laid on the ground with missing lims, they sat or laid in pain and agony as they bled slowly but surely to the moment of peace ... Women ran to their dieing husbands and held them as the bled to death. Women held their small children close to them as thou they didn't want them t
to see all the death that was around them every single day.. this place... Isreal... was a place of blood shed.. and yet the Isrealis consider this place their homeland ...
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