"Two years ago, in a Lebanese restaurant in Vancouver, I talked to a waiter called Adam who was an Arab Israeli.
"That means he was of Palestinian Muslim stock, born in the state of Israel and, like his Jewish compatriots, he had been conscripted into the Israeli Army," he said.
"There he had distinguished himself as a good soldier and was made a corporal.
"He was also imprisoned for refusing to shoot unarmed schoolchildren. And one day, when off-duty, he saved many lives by killing a suicide bomber who entered the bus on which he was travelling.
"At the end of our conversation, he asked, 'How old do you think I am?'
"I was sure he was 29, but I said 27 to flatter him. 'No,' he said, 'I am only 19. But this is what happens when you have been through what I have been through.
Referring to the former soldier, he said: "It will not be in his singular life that the memory and the pain of the conflict he has witnessed will die. His stories will be recounted by his children and by his children's children. And with each re-telling, some animosity will surface. For Adam's history will be in their genes ... The devil, if we must use that term, is in memories of hurt and feelings of revenge which will not be requited."
He added: "The sins of the fathers, as an old scripture says, are visited on the children." ("Apology over radio's thought for day," 2/17/05.)