The Fabulous Bakr Boys I will never forget that day when they went hunting for shells and we found a loss that echoed right across to the west. Hunting among the razor clams, razored cans, razor wire, picking their path though the foaming, beach combing all along the edge, then flinching, a firework flash, or a sparkling smash with concussion that crushes, then floating, new flotsam flowing into their red. I will never forget that day when the shells were shot and the sea was a sniper scoping the sons of the Strip.
Israel continues to commit atrocities against Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza Strip.
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