Once more, we are urging for a ceasefire—not merely a temporary pause. We embark on this plea cognizant of the fact that our fathers, and potentially we ourselves, have committed to multiple United Nations missions. Some return with memories that resonate positively, while others carry burdens that time won't erase. Some, tragically, give their all.
In undertaking these missions, we recognize that the frequency and intensity may surpass that of our fathers. This time, we have brought our sisters into the fold, only to return not only to an ungrateful nation but also to an uncontrollable, escalating specter, making generational trauma appear feeble in the realm of medical understanding.
We embark on these endeavors fully aware that our own children have, and some already continue to, engage in multiple peacekeeping missions. Our descendants find themselves cleaning up the mistakes of Great-Granddaddy, and yet, no one has declared, "Enough is enough." If Gaza refuses to acknowledge that terrorism and its tactics are a stain on the civilized world, why should we accept that peace is a tangible reality?