My first experience with war was the 1991 Gulf War, the war when Iraq invaded Kuwait triggering Saudi Arabia and America to ally with England and Egypt against the invader. Somehow, in the world of politics, Israel was caught in the crossfire and over forty missiles were fired at us for a period of six weeks. Iraq had declared those missiles would be part of chemical warfare. Therefore, in Israel we all walked around with gas masks and sealed a room with plastic in every one of our homes. Every time a siren sounded, signifying an approaching missile, we would scurry to those rooms and don our masks.
It was a tense time but, as always, we coped using humor. On Purim day one of the neighbors dressed up as a sealed room with plastic wrapped around his body. As the radio announced that Saddam Hussein had surrendered and we could unseal our rooms, our neighbor didn’t miss a beat. Tearing off the plastic he cheered loudly, and we joined him in jubilation.
That was twenty-three years ago. Purim is now twelve days away. How wonderful it would be to have another Purim miracle. Please HaShem!
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