In light of the situation...
A quick look at Facebook tells you all you need to know.
"Avner is worrying about those in the South.”
"Maor realizes how many soldiers have been called up...”
"Natali thinks, oh God.”
"Barak has also been called up.”
"Shira thinks, about time!”
"Shir wishes good luck to all those called up!”
"Maya never thought she'd hear a red alert in Ashdod.”
It's all coming back, all over again. True, this time we were prepared, but it still hurts.
Hanging out with Lianne, every five minutes getting another phone call. “I've been called up.” Both of us watching sitcoms, trying to forget that we have no idea where our respective boyfriends are, trying to forget that they're probably somewhere watching, waiting, with so many other friends.
Last time this happened I was sixteen. You don't get it at that point. That is, you get it, you understand it, but almost no one you know is in any immediate danger. Now half the status updates online are “I'm going down South” or “Got called up to the North.”
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are at war.
"Avner is worrying about those in the South.”
"Maor realizes how many soldiers have been called up...”
"Natali thinks, oh God.”
"Barak has also been called up.”
"Shira thinks, about time!”
"Shir wishes good luck to all those called up!”
"Maya never thought she'd hear a red alert in Ashdod.”
It's all coming back, all over again. True, this time we were prepared, but it still hurts.
Hanging out with Lianne, every five minutes getting another phone call. “I've been called up.” Both of us watching sitcoms, trying to forget that we have no idea where our respective boyfriends are, trying to forget that they're probably somewhere watching, waiting, with so many other friends.
Last time this happened I was sixteen. You don't get it at that point. That is, you get it, you understand it, but almost no one you know is in any immediate danger. Now half the status updates online are “I'm going down South” or “Got called up to the North.”
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are at war.