What do you remember of the war? Do you remember it?
Is it really over for it to be a memory?
I remember my parents not being able to go to my school because they feared for their lifes. My school was 10 minutes from home yet people there were of a different.... species, Nope,..... race, nah, ....... nationality, definitely not ....... religion, not necessarily, .......Sect , that's what it was.
I remember Israeli warplanes raiding the SNSP office in Chtaura; the destroyed building is still there. I remember a lot of israeli raids. I remember a Syrian anti-air missile striking the building next to ours during one of the raids. Soooo close to bring the plane down.
I remember people rushing to raise the volume on the radio when they heard "Maktab El Tahreer fi Khabarin Jadid."
I remember lots of assassinations. The days Karami and Muawwad got assassinated stand out the most.
I remember the "mukhabarat" checkpoint insulting people. I remember Ghazi Kenaan standing there while people kissed his ass.
I remember militias collecting tolls on the roads.
I remember Amal and Hezbollah fighting in Saadnayel, wait aren't they the same sect?
I remember we had to take Tareek El Karame to get to Beirut because of some event at Galerie Semaan, must've been a Sale.
I remember Aoun and/or Geagea shelling the same building that was hit by the Syrian missile. i wonder what the Layoun family did to piss everybody off.
I remember all the neighbors gathering at our place since it the was the safest, wait again, weren't we all of different sects? Shouldn't we have been killing each other? I remember we played these games; guess if it's being fired or landing? Guess if it's a 155mm or a 240mm. Normal children's games.
I remember collecting shrapnel when things calmed down. A rocket's tail was the highest valued collectible.
I remember Aoun and/or Geagea stopped firing our way and turned the guns on each other.
I remember October 13th, 1990 I woke up to see a different kind of warplanes in the sky. These ran on diesel.
I remember El Jalbout making an old woman cry at the Beit Yahoun crossing so he could feel like a MAN. I remember hating him for it and wanting him to die. He did.
Then I remember telling 2 visitors in their first day in Beirut who's motorcade just sped by us a minute before a loud explosion and glass shattering all around us.