That one image of a little kid laying dead on the ground, and all I could think about was my little nephew, around the same age.
I've been a vegetarian for about twenty years now, and while I'm not thinking of stopping I have been trying to put some more thought lately into why I am and how I came to be one. After sifting through my old journals, it seems to me now that my move toward vegetarianism was born from an adolescent horror of cruelty. And it strikes me that as I've gotten older my horror of cruelty has diminished. This is necessary I think, but images like those of the Israeli girls signing shells brought that horror rushing back. I'm back to being that fourteen-year-old kid who just wants to die because I can't believe that people can be so unspeakably cruel.