My youngest
son called me this afternoon. He’s out of Gaza and in another week or so should
be out of uniform. Until the next time which, sadly, will probably be sooner than
later. It took a while for his news to sink in. Once it did, I shed tears of happiness.
It didn’t take long, though, for those tears to turn bitter as I thought of all
the mothers whose children will never be coming home and those who are waiting and
waiting for theirs. After some maudlin moments I directed my tears to prayer. May
the Almighty let us help Him to destroy evil completely and bring true peace. Please
HaShem NOW!
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