A broken resolution...
New Year's at the Blue Line.Well, New Year's for the goyim. The next Rosh Hoshana wouldn't be for another nine months.
Across the border, yellow and green flags wave from watchtowers while masked men carry crates of ammunition into homes.
Watching them lazily, soldiers with unloaded rifles and blue helmets sip coffee and call home on their cell phones.
"Wasn't 1701 supposed to solve all this shit?" asked Lieutenant Tzivni.
"Pfeh," said Sergeant Goldman.
In the distance, a muffled explosion echoed in the hills.
"Mine?" asked Tzivni.
"Cluster bomb," said Goldman.
"Think we'll get our boys back?" asked Tzivni.
Goldman watched the Bluehelmets nap, and he shook his head.