My friend David went out to Viet Nam late in the war, not long before the great peacemaker brought us all together again. He was a construction crew, building roads and such. Did he ever a shot fired in anger? Not really, David recalls. The only time they bothered us was when we took too long for lunch. They'd wing a few past us to remind us to get back to work. They knew it was all going to be theirs soon and they wanted to make sure we left good stuff behind.
Flash forward to 2011: my friend Sean is wondering when the Palestinians in the West Bank will start thinking along the same lines.