One of the most enraging aspects of the debates over "military action" is the antiseptic language used to describe it. "Police actions" target "militants" who are "neutralized." "Militants" are "targeted" using "precision weapons."
In Gaza, one of the most densely populated places in the world, "precision targeting" is an oxymoron.
And this little boy paid the price:
Little Mohammad Naser Al-Buri was just five months old.
His crime? His parents' apartment happened to be near one of the "militants" that the Israeli military decided to take out.
Snuffed out so young.
He'll never know the simple pleasure of a sunrise or the joy of learning. He will never grow up and discover his potential. He will never know the joy of falling in love or growing old.
Instead, he is a mangled and chilled corpse in a Gaza mortuary, a forgotten casualty of endless pontification by the would-be "leaders" of this latest conflict.
The face of war and conflict are not statements by Hamas, or the Israeli military, or the US administration, or some EU gasbag bureaucrat.
The face of war is death. The face of war is this mangled little boy.