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(21 days after being called in to Gaza) To anyone who is even considering the option of ever making the move to Israel, to those who have never fathomed such a crazy proposal, to those who
Erev Yom Ha’atzmaut (Eve of Israel Independence Day) Usually we’d be celebrating after commemorating and remembering those who fell on Yom HaZikaron (Israel’s Day of Remembrance for IDF soldiers) the day before. A new dimension of
(After five weeks in Gaza, on the way home for a short break) Tzahal is doing a fantastic job in the war so far. Many terrorist facilities have been neutralised, and we are edging ever closer,
At the corner of Kaplan and Ibn Gvirol,you stand next to me waiting to cross,a tower of olive with dust on your boots,and I barely subdue a primal urgeto wrap my arms around you. Soldier,what can
I had that student. I remember his first time in my class vividly. He chose a chair, positioning himself with his back to the window to shield his eyes from the sun. As he settled in,
More empty chairs than not We’ll sit at the table alone But how can we bemoan our fate When our children could still come home
Through smoky dawn,a soldier stands,in Israel’s land. Courage demands,he treads on ashes,October’s ashes,the fallen’s remains. With each step, he tastes their pain.October seventh,a day of Terror. Burned bodies,a somber sight.He fights through the barricades and fire. A cigarette’s glowin dim
Sharon I once had a dream that disturbed me for years, and then I forgot about it. Until now. The dream concerned my youngest child, my Gadi, who was five at the time. In the dream,