Uriel is coming home today. He's coming home to join his unit and serve in what is expected to be a long and ugly war.
Sharleen is not happy about this, but gets it. I don't think it could be otherwise and my son come out whole. I shared this about that in the obituaries I wrote about my father:
It's easy now to say “I lived, maybe that was my purpose,” but I know it would have made me nuts to know my friends were out there on the front, and I was here, in a place I hated, far removed from the people most important to me. And I can wonder that I might be dead if I'd been there, but sometimes death doesn't seem that bad an alternative.…
You told me when I came to Israel the summer I was fifteen, “Don't be a hero.“ I think it's the one thing I would have liked to be, the gift I never gave myself, to know myself as courageous, to having fear and acting anyway. I might have actually made you proud of me; and I might be dead, but that's a small price to pay.
Uri is smart. Uri is careful. He sliced his finger open with a knife when he was two. I don't think he has needed stitches since.
But he also has a huge heart.
So we will worry. We can't help it. But we'll also know he is in the only place he could be.
And we will pray we prepared him well enough that he will survive this day, and tens of thousands more.
At least I polished his boots. I wish I were trained that I could play a more active part in the conflict that is upon us.
In the meantime, I will do with my words what I can not do with my hands,
I will also start carrying. When Jews look weak, the whole world pounces. It is the corollary to what my friend Roger experienced when the State of Israel was pronounced. He lived in New York at the time: the strength the Jewish people showed in their war of Independence made Jews occur as more formidable everywhere. The feeling was palpable. The harrassment of the Jew in the free world abated.
For some of us, it is clear that our failure to be strong, to exert our sovereignty over that which is rightfully ours, to stop our enemies when they are “only” throwing rocks, to counter their narrative and the UNRWA creation of inherited refugee and victim status, is the reason that 700 more are dead, and that my son is going into harm's way.