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About an hour later Comrade heard a scuffling just outside the front door of the house and saw a black figure dart past the window. He improved his position and called out to the figure...
"May the L-rd bless you and keep you. May the L-rd make His face to shine upon you and give you peace".
We are so proud of you and pray for your safety!
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Yared, it amazes me that in the midst of your "war narrative" you have the eyes and heart to see that "herds of sheep danced down the alleys." Reading your blog is so confusing. Your life and the lives of your fellow soldiers were on the line, yet I hear humor, I hear poetry, I hear humanity in every segment. I guess that's the real horror of war -- it's just "plain ole' humans beings" under the helmets, doing their duty for the nation of Israel. We can't say "thank you" enough to each and every soldier for being there. We're able to stroll through Machane Yehuda peacefully picking out pomegranate for Tu B'Shevat because of your self-sacrifice. And" thank you" does not approach the gratitude I feel for being able to read your amazing accounts of "Adventures in Gaza" (sounds like a book title, eh?! -- an interesting thought, ever though of publishing all this in book form?) I'm sure you have enough "material" for a big fat book -- and that should suffice for a life-time! (a long one)
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