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Ralph Peters is a regular columnist with the New York Post. Register here for access to the Post's Online Edition.



PETERS Ghost Towns Of War
by Ralph Peters [author, novelist] 8/11/06

Driving north to the war from Tel Aviv, the traffic thins gradually - until you realize abruptly that your car is the only one left on the road.

Cities and towns beyond the range of most of the rockets carry on as normally as possible. As far north as Nazareth, it feels - almost - like peacetime.

But as you climb the hills of Galilee, you meet ever fewer vehicles on the roads. A short convoy of Humvees heads toward the fighting, followed by a pair of old Willys jeeps painted olive drab - the Israeli Defense Forces don't all have state-of-the-art gear, but make do with many leftovers from past wars.

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Ralph Peters is a retired Army officer and the author of 19 books, as well as of hundreds of essays and articles, written both under his own name and as Owen Parry. He is a frequent columnist for the New York Post and other publications. [go to Peters Index]

A military flatbed loaded with 155mm artillery shells labors up a curling mountain road. In a sheltered pass, a last, defiant gas station remains open.

Then, suddenly, you're alone among the ghost towns. The city of Safed is empty, a scene from a 1950s science-fiction film. A few residents remain, but I did not see a single one. Just a lonesome dog.

In town after town, it's as if a plague has struck. And one has: the plague of terrorist rockets, whose only purpose is to butcher indiscriminately.

ANOTHER sort of plague hasn't hit: There is no looting. The empty houses of the refugees are safe. Israel pulls together, and no police patrols are needed to protect these businesses and homes.

Remaining behind in the north, emergency personnel do what must be done. Hospital staffs work underground in bunkers and bomb shelters, treating military casualties and victims of the terror rockets. Utilities function. The water runs.

But hundreds of thousands of Israelis have been driven away from their homes. You don't hear much about that. Journalists love to think of themselves as bold individualists - but the truth is that they're herd animals.

And the herd has decided that the big story of this war is the suffering of Lebanese civilians - misery exaggerated skillfully by Hezbollah's propagandists. They work the complicit international media like veteran hookers playing a pack of drunk conventioneers (Sure I love ya, sure you're the best . . .).

Dead or displaced Jews? Who cares? That's yesterday's news. Today's hot fashion statement is to champion Israel's genocidal enemies. And every ambitious journalist wants to be in style.

If the year were 1939, our media would be trumpeting every note provided by Joseph Goebbels.

And then there are the chickens. Not cowards. Real chickens. Thousands and thousands of them, cackling away. Still in their coops. Untended, they'd die quickly. So farmers stay on the front, putting out feed between Katyusha barrages. One of the oddest images I'll carry away from this war is of tanks positioned to fight on either end of a long, noisy chicken barn: The Chicken-Coop War.

Vineyards need tending, but grow unkempt. Summer crops rot. Terror rockets burn the fields and set fire to painstakingly reforested hillsides. (Where's Greenpeace when you need them?) It's as if Israel's enemies are jealous even of this reborn earth.

ON another "patrol," I passed through more deserted towns - and was startled by the sight of two old women in headscarves. Often, it's the old who refuse to leave their homes and the only lives they know.

Kibbutzniks stay at the front, as well. The spirit of the founding generation lives on - despite Israel's phenomenal progress and hard-earned wealth.

Villagers from the hills hang on, too, protective of their animals. And those villages suffering under the rain of rockets are not only Jewish, but Muslim, Christian and Druze. Of course, Hezbollah rockets killing Muslims wouldn't make a politically correct story. So you don't hear about that, either.

Driving south to file this series of columns, I gave a lift to a naval officer-candidate - even in the most-desolate spots, you see military hitchhikers. The IDF moves largely by private vehicles, buses and the thumb. The young man in the carefully pressed uniform told me that he'd been permitted a quick trip home because 35 Katyushas had slammed into his little village.

The media didn't report that, either. They were posing on hotel terraces in Haifa, wearing flak jackets for the camera, 50 miles from the war.

NO innocents should die on ei ther side. But they do. That's war. Yet the one-sided coverage of this conflict is disgraceful. The truth is that all of the dead or wounded, on both sides of the border, are Hezbollah's victims.

Israel longs to live in peace with its neighbors. Can anyone honestly claim that for Israel's enemies?

Where is humanity's fellow-feeling for Israel? Where is the sense of justice?

The sorry answer is that a bigoted world couldn't care less. Nobody gives a damn.

Except you, my fellow Americans. Except you. CRO

Ralph Peters' latest book is Never Quit The Fight.

This piece first appeared in the New York Post
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