Monday, January 12, 2009

Feeling The War, Even Here

"Even here," yes we're a lot closer than those of you far from Israel, but we're not in Hamas rocket range, thank G-d. And bli eyin haraa, not to tempt the evil eye, we're far from Hezbollah's rockets, too.

The war is with us. Many of our kids, husbands, brothers, nephews etc are fighting on the frontlines. Many of us have family and friends in the crosshairs. Our roads have gotten more dangerous, as local Arabs are flexing their muscles by throwing rocks, and their are constant warnings to beware of kidnapping when tremping.

One of the local Shiloh kids was wounded, but lightly enough, so that it's not necessary to publicize his name. He was a former student of mine.

Last night I spoke to a friend in a nearby community about meeting today. She ended with:
"Maybe I'm just over-paranoid, but please call just before. With sons and sons-in-law in Gaza, I don't know when suddenly my plans will, G-d forbid, change."

That's our reality, and it's our reality even without Operation Cast Lead. Our calm is fragile. One phone call, or knock on the door, and then suddenly everything can change forever.

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