What if we burn in our beds tonight?

To anyone that is confused enough to bomb a hospital. Let me help you: this is not what combatants look like.

A bit over a year ago, the world was shocked by the news of the bombing of an MSF hospital in Afghanistan. It’s probably (most likely) not the most horrendous act of violence carried out by US military. We keep learning about “mistakes” far too often, to the point where we have started to think that it’s standard operation procedure. It’s a price we should consider paying for a greater peace right?

But the bombing of the MSF hospital in Kunduz is particularly despicable because it was allegedly very well planned and extremely well executed with surgical precision. A well understood violation of the laws of war.

The world got so obsessed with monsters that there is no price high enough to be paid for silencing our worst fears: that our comfort would be compromised.

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

So who does anything about it? Surely not the UN. They applauded themselves upon celebrating the “Day of Non-Violence” on the same day as the commemoration of the MSF hospital bombing.

How much more ironic can it get?

I don’t know. So I asked. And they removed my comment from their Google+ social media post.

“In the case of Kunduz, it is not our responsibility to prove that the United States military violated the laws of war or its own rules of engagement. It is the responsibility of the party that destroyed a fully functioning hospital, with some 200 staff members and patients inside, to prove that it did not.”

One day it might be you who are in need of medical care. And when that day comes, be grateful that there are brave people who are prepared to bend over backwards to help you.

Take a moment to think of all the people who have no choice but to live and work in this environment, because they need to put bread on the table. Or those who have given up the comfort and safety of working in an environment free of conflict, those who choose to do this because it’s the right thing to do.

And people who are working away from their families and friends, on the front lines where even the military goes to hide in shelter, in the center of disease outbreaks when everyone else is fleeing, caring for those that nobody notices. Because that’s what real heroes do.

I never met anyone in MSF who expected to be thanked. But the least you can do is to not make the work harder than it already is.

And the story continues…

We grow so accustomed to the horrors of war and the bombing of broken countries that it doesn’t even seem like anyone cares. There was a brief moment of care during the Arab Spring revolution. But the novelty wore off. It seems that we remember more about the importance of the amazing Twitter hacks than the actual reasons of the unrest, suffering and ongoing struggles that still hasn’t stopped until today, five years later.

Some truths are too big to take in. So the choice of “not trying to understand” hurts the least. Looking the other way seems to be socially acceptable. The agreement is that nobody calls it for what it is. Keep on walking.

So let’s play a game of imagination: what if we burn in our beds tonight.

I can’t imagine.