Today, Israelis are mentioning the most sad and sensitive day of the year: Israeli Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terrorism Remembrance Day.
This is something that I will never get used to. Not being in Israel in this day, not listening to the radio in the car on the way to a memorial ceremony, imagining hugging my parents and friends….

There is something amazing in what’s going on in Israel on this day – the national shared feeling of support and “Shutafut goral” (שותפות גורל – Fate Sharing…kind of. There is no really good phrase in English…. That must mean something).

2 two-minutes sirens are heard, meant to allow having a united moment to think and remember together. Everything stops. Everything. work, cars, noise, talking, radio, TV… sometimes it seems that even animals and babies understands. This is the one that I could find to convey it:

Everybody knows (knew?) someone. close or far – a friend, a family member, someone from the scouts or the military service… My parents lost so many friends – it’s heartbreaking.

This year we remember 22,684 fallen ones (under those circumstances) since 1860. 111 Israelis since last year’s remembrance day.

On that note – if you haven’t seen the movie Waltz with Bashir I highly recommend it – if only to understand the devastating consequences of war on young soldiers, families and countries. and the craziness of it. It is, in A.O. Scott from the New York Times, words “A memoir, a history lesson, a combat picture, a piece of investigative journalism and an altogether amazing film”.

I am so sad to not be in Israel today. We remember and we say Izkor.

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