This is a little town in Israel. Or rather, it WAS. Since then, it's been attacked.
Throughout the town, corpses lie. Some of their late owners were related, one way or another, to a certain Jewish boy who lingers nearby.
For Kaleb Gartner, it's been a long row to hoe. He's not even a volunteer laborer. He's survived much artillery and machine gun fire. Most times, he feels like falling over and dying.
Through holes in walls, he wanders. He takes cover, each time he hears a strange noise...or gunfire. His body is ash-stained.
The road through town is near. Alas, someone's coming. He takes cover, and listens.
It's an armored convoy. Some of them have got machine gun nests atop their vehicles. One by one, they pass Kaleb's hiding place. They don't go live...but it creeps Kaleb out, of course, knowing that at any moment, they could.
It sure takes that convoy a long time to pass. Kaleb shouldn't mind...just as long as they don't stop. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that someone's paying them to be this long...
On a billboard above it all, a Red Menorah used to stand tall. Alas, now the billboard's been reduced to nothing. Only an indecipherable red stick remains of the Red Menorah.
At long last, the convoy passes. Kaleb listens to its caboose, as it rolls farther and farther away. Such a shame, that the caboose is a jeep. Kaleb would prefer it if it was Gal Gadot's ass...
Kaleb abandons hiding, and starts seeking out his way out of town. He tries to ignore the occasional corpses of his kin...but sometimes, it's just so damn hard...
From a flagpole, an Israeli flag flies. A strong wind blows. Alas, this flag has seen one too many firestorms. Unable to carry on, it severs itself from the pole...and flies away...
Far outside of town, a pair of doors, opening into a metal box stuck in the ground, fly open. Kaleb crawls through these, looks around, and begins his way away from town. He's got no idea where he's going...but he's got to go there.
From behind him, the Israeli flag descends, as it loses altitude. It looks like it's going to pounce...
It pounces, and tangles him in it as he resists it, thinking it's a Palestinian, or a Lebanesefellow, or a Jordanian. He shouldn't resist it so much, of course. It's the flag of his nation, after all. Alas, right now, he thinks it's a wraith that's stealing the likeness of the Star of David.
For what feels like hours, he toils with the flag. Several times, he feels like breaking down and bawling. Israel's ALWAYS going to be in danger. There's just no end to it. There's nothing that he, or any Jew, can do about it. He might as well waste his life trying to protect a virion.
At last, he finds a hole, and climbs out. Alas, by then, it's too late. Someone has surrounded him while his guard's been down.
They're all elephant-mounted. Some of them bear the Red Cross on saddle blankets that flow over either side of their mounts. A few of those are Red Menorahs...
One elephant extends a trunk. Kaleb tries to protest, but it doesn't give him time. She ensnares him with her trunk, hoists him over her head, and drops him in a saddle...right in front of a blonde naval hospital corpsman...or corpswoman, rather...
As her heffalump-saddled company rides away, she gives the Jewish boy a checkup. He seems fine; just traumatized. She tries not to snicker, at the thought of him having been attacked by his own nation's flag...
Later on, an aerospace medic also checks up on him. She's higher-ranking that the corpswoman. To top that off, a spec-ops corpsman checks up on him, too. Her rank is the same as the corpswoman. The aerospace medic is a senior NCO; the two corpswomen are junior NCOs. The senior sergeant's a Jew, just like Kaleb.
These warriors, if you want to call them that, are in the employ of York Enterprises. The company's logo is a cow elephant.
All three medical personnel say the same thing: Kaleb's fine. Before long, Kaleb's on a plane across the ocean. It's hardly where he belongs...but as far as both he and York Enterprises are concerned, it's a safer place for him to be than in Zion.
I...probably shouldn't call it that. As far as most Jews are probably concerned, the REAL Zion can't be hurt.