My Son the Soldier

July 2006, an hour before sunset. In my home near Tel Aviv, the phone rings. It is my son David. I hadn’t heard from him for a whole week. I was happy that he had found the time to phone us, and was even more happy to know that he was alright. David, 21 years old and in the last months of his military service, was phoning from the north of Israel, and sounded disturbed. That was natural, because he was in the middle of fighting a war. Israel was at war with the extremist Shiite Muslim militia Hizballah in Lebanon who was firing hundreds of missiles and rockets at […]