A couple of Al Qaeda fellas are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting over pints of fermented goat's milk. One pulls out his wallet and starts flipping through pictures as they start to reminisce. "This is my oldest son. He's a martyr. "You must be so proud". "This is my second son. He is a martyr also. "A fine looking young man," replies his friend. After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says wistfully, "They blow up so fast, don't they?