How did my parent’s generation handle six years of World War Two? That’s what I wrote back in January, on the 100th day of this war. Now, 223 days later, the hostages are still captive, thousands from the north are still displaced from their homes, soldiers are still dying, hospitals are still full of our injured, and as I write this, my son and his family have been sitting in the bomb shelter in Katzrin since about five o’clock this morning.
We do not want this war. We did not start it. We did not provoke it. Now that it was forced upon us, I pray we will fight until we eradicate all the evil that wants to destroy me and the rest of the Jewish people. Because, make no mistake, that is what this is all about
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