... and then tell us they bring peace.

One of my children was sitting in the livingroom.
Her face was showing deep concentration and as she didn't react to the glass of lemonade in my hand I put it on the table without saying and left.

A few minutes later she switched on the TV and watched the news.

After an item about war she switched it off again.

Silence again.

Then suddenly I heard her calling me.

"Mom... mom, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Why do grown up people ship tanks to a faraway country, and throw bombs. Why do they kill a lot of people and destroy their houses... and then tell us they bring peace."