Thoughts on another Israeli Memorial Day

All around, kids pick up bits and ask their parents... "What is בן האבוד בלבנון?" "What is מבצע אנטבה?" "What does רומנטי mean?" "Why is that kind of flower everywhere?" "Did that שיר really happen?" "Why do they put the flag down?" On a walk through Har Herzl (Israel's national cemetery) this morning, hearing about... Continue Reading →

The innocent on Memorial Day.

I told Koala he could come with me to the Yom HaZicaron ceremony if he likes. I told him it's a time where we remember all the soldiers and all the good things they do for us. "And if you want, during the siren, you can think about your uncle who is a chayal, or... Continue Reading →

My own personal tekes.

For the past few years I've been home on Yom HaZicaron and I've sat on my mirpeset and listened to the tekes that goes on the school down below. Tzur Hadassah, from my home's perspective, is a giant amphitheater, so I hear some of it pretty well. So without yet having my children there, I stand... Continue Reading →

Still here.

It confuses me that about one half of myself can't believe we're still here, and can't believe things will continue the way they are - growing, productive, surviving... and the other half of myself thinks, look at the progress! Look at how far we've come, and how far we're poised to go! We build buildings... Continue Reading →

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