Two AQ vets are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting over a pint of
fermented goat's milk. One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and they start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."
"You must be so proud" says the other.
"This is my second son. He is a martyr also."
"A fine looking young man", replies his friend.
"And this is my third son. Like his brothers, he too is a martyr."
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second vet says wistfully,
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"