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...

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