Childhood memories

[notthemessaiah]

I came across something today that brought back to mind one of my most enduring childhood memories. I can't remember the year or the date even, it doesn't really matter, it might as well have been yesterday. Late 70's, early 80's, that's my best guess. We were poor and had only just got colour TV.
I came home from school one day, turning on the TV to hide from the hell at home, I might as well have not bothered, there was hell on there too. Picture this, a lovely summers day, the sea calm, clouds float by the ships in the bay. The bright streams of fire streak the sky, the ships don't sail away.
Further away, in Bourj El Barajneh, where 20,000 Palestinians stay.In One Square Kilometre. This is not a good day. I remember watching the children screaming, old women crying, young men burning and old men dying. I can still see all of this and still I am crying. For weeks on end the rockets kept flying. Always into Bourj El Barajneh, were 20,000 Palenstines sought refuge. They didn't find it.
I can't remember how long it took now. I don't like to think of it. When the red cross where eventually allowed in, there wasn't much left, blood stained rubble and used rocket casings. The phalange militia had went in during the ceasefire. Only the old women crying left now.
I don't know that I want to live in a world like this anymore. It hurts too much.