Suddenly one little girl about eight, tripped.  Before she could gain her feet a soldier was over her.  The Major saw him swing up his rifle, and extend his hand down to the little girl. She rose a small home made pistol, pointed it at his face, and fired!  The soldier's head jerked back, he sank to his knees, then smashed into the ground.  A dozen rifles opened up and the little girl was ripped to pieces in a hail of bullets.
The Major stood, horrified.  "Cease fire!" he screamed into his radio, "Cease fire!  Hold your fire!  Fall back!  Hold your fire!"  He grabbed his white handkerchief from his pocket and began to wave it over his head.  Slowly the fire around him died down.
"What do you want?" a voice cried.
"Come here!"  the Major screamed.  He took out a flashlight, walked over, and shined it on the little girl's body.  He picked up her weapon.  It was very primitive, only meant to fire one round.  He looked up at the man who approached and said "In the name of God, why? Why give them these and tell them to kill?  Why?"
"Because this is Israel," the man answered, "the land that God gave our people.  Our children will live here or, they'll die fighting here.  They will not surrender, they will not give their land to murderers!  Each one of them will kill at least one of you.  They will go down fighting.  They will be Israelis 'til the day they die!  They will not give up their land to the American President, or, anybody else because it is God's gift to them.  Take her back.  Take her back and show the world what Rabin's Gestapo has done, what the new Hitler has done!  Go back to your master and tell him that the true people of Israel will fight to the death.  He will not take our land without blood, for it is the land that God gave us."
"You're insane!" the Major moaned.  "You're insane!  It's just dirt.  When it's wet it's just mud.  It's not worth children dying for.  What is the matter with you people?  God wouldn't want this!  He wouldn't want this!"
"The choice is yours," the man answered.  "Leave us in peace, let us live in our land, and we have no disagreement.  Try to remove us from our land and we will fight.  Go back and tell your Fuhrer that!"
"Give me a blanket!" the Major screamed.  A soldier quickly obliged.  The Major slid the girl's body onto it, wrapped it up, and picked her up.  "Signal all other units," he snapped, "tell them to withdraw.  The resistance is too severe.  Too many lives will be lost on both sides if we continue the effort."  He rose, looked towards the man who had been speaking, and snapped, "You will go to hell!  Tell your people to let us withdraw.  We're leaving!"
"Gladly!" the man answered.  "See you there!"
The Major got his troops out.  When he got back to the jump off point General David Tsinker was waiting.
"What are you doing? he asked.
The Major took the blanket out of his vehicle, put it on the General's hood, and unwrapped it.  "Their resistance" he screamed, "isn't token and light.  It is severe and suicidal.  My air cover refused to give us support.  My men were being killed by, and were having to kill children.  I can't kill children!  I can't kill Israeli children!  I can't do the Palestinians' dirty work.  I have sworn to protect the children of Israel.  There must be another way, there must be!"
The General looked at the little body, tears began to trickle down his cheeks.  "We never expected this!"  he moaned.  "We never expected this!  Secure your men.  Try to get full reports on everything that's happened.  We'll decide if there'll be any disciplinary action later."
"Tell headquarters right now!" the Major put in.  "I'm never going back in there, never!  And I don't think a lot of these men ever will again."
"Excuse me, sir!"  a lieutenant snapped coming up. "I think the General should know, sir, at least twenty of our men didn't come out.  They weren't captured or anything, other men saw them walk up to the settlers and they simply didn't evacuate with us.  Apparently they have joined them."
"Damn!"  the General snapped, "Damn!"
Several hours later a senior officer arrived at the prime minister's house and was ushered into his private office.  The prime minister turned off his television.  "How bad is it, Uri?" he asked, "How bad are the riots?"
The officer took out a folder. "Bad, sir.  The pro settler people and the peace people are fighting each other in the streets.  There's been sixty two killed in Tel Aviv, 113 in Jerusalem!  People have stormed The Temple Mount and have been attempting to tear apart the mosque there!  Police and troops have had to drive them out.  There were casualties on both sides.   The settlers are quickly gaining support.  More radicals are slipping across the border into Gaza despite all our efforts to stop them.  They've taken tanks, artillery, and anti aircraft missiles, plus tons of provisions from the emergency stores.  The Kenesset is meeting, sir.  They're preparing a no confidence vote.  I think they're going to ask for your resignation.  I really think, sir, you should prepare to leave the country, ask for asylum in The U.S..  It would not be safe for you here, sir.  The Army has already intercepted six armed parties trying to reach your house!  It went bad, sir.  It went very, very bad!"
The prime minister looked at the floor. "They were screaming "Hail Hitler!  Hail Sharon!" They were comparing me to Hitler! I only wanted peace.  This situation can't go on forever!"
The young officer nodded.  "Yes sir," he answered, "but too many people weren't willing to pay the price you were willing to pay.  They would rather die first!"
"Inform The Kenesset I resign!" the prime minister snapped.  "Get a convoy ready to get me and my family to the airport.  Send a message to the Americans the peace initiative has failed.  They're going to have to deal with someone else.  I'm no longer in charge in Israel!"