Thank a soldier today.
Thank them wherever you see them.
"Some foreign impulse overtook me – a combination of sleep deprivation
and jet lag helps to lower inhibitions – an overwhelming feeling of
love for these boys who wear the uniform of the IDF, each of who wears
the face of my son. The compulsion to hug each one. Impulsively, I ask
the commander if I may address his class. Sixty or seventy young men –
boys – sitting silently, and I speak to them words that are formed not
in the rationale of the brain, but in the passion of the heart."
"My voice is low, there is absolute silence in the room. I tell them
how, having a son who'd served in the IDF several years ago, I see his
face before me seventy times over. I speak to them of our prayers, all
the mothers of Israel, of our prayers for their safety, and for their
compromised childhood. I speak of my fears – they have none! – of hopes
and dreams, of historical promises made to us...
Most of all I speak of my love for them. Today, I don't remember the words...I remember just the feeling in that room.."
