On the first day of Protective Edge I found myself travelling north past Beit Shean, past the Kinneret, even past Katzrin. Almost to the Syrian border we stopped our car and parked at the side of the road. We were just a drop late for our son-in-law’s army ceremony. In the course of the twenty-eight years I have lived in Israel I have been to a number of army ceremonies. They all seem to have several factors in common. They are boring, usually hot, and the family members attending always bring goodies for their loved ones. Despite all this I know it’s important to attend them. The soldiers need all the moral support they can get. On that Wednesday afternoon, the first day of war, I couldn’t think of anything I would have rather been doing and I was rewarded for my efforts. My son-in-law was presented with an excellent soldier certificate.
|From one of my sons' army ceremonies|