As the clock struck 20.00 last night the whole world around me stopped. The thousands of people surrounding me went silent. A minute of silence so powerful that my body shivered. A whole country stopped to remember the fallen soldiers and civilians that we have lost to terror and war. A whole country being silent for the ones that cannot share their own story anymore but their absence speak louder than any noise anyone of us could make.
I don't have my own story. I haven't lost a family member or a friend but I have lost 23,741 soldiers and 3,150 civilians to terror. Even though it wasn't my own brother each one of them left a family behind; a mother and father with an empty bed to say goodnight to, a little sister that will never have that protective older brother to defend her and an older brother that will never get a chance to give his brother advice on girl problems. Each one of the 26 891 victims has a story, a story that we have to pass on for those who cannot. A story that we have to pass on because we are alive and safe because of them.
In almost 30 minutes the siren will go off again. We will once again stand in silence for a minute. A minute to commemorate the dead. A minute to honor the ones that have made it possible for us to have a Jewish state. A minute to reflect that as long as innocent people die we will not be silent and stand and watch.
No words or minutes of silence can express the respect I have for the soldier in this country. The ones that on a daily basis put their lives on the line for my safety. I fear that one day this will be my own kids but pray that the world will be a better place by then. Until then the true heroes do not wear capes, the true heroes have been taken away from us too early.
May their memory be a blessing.
In almost 30 minutes the siren will go off again. We will once again stand in silence for a minute. A minute to commemorate the dead. A minute to honor the ones that have made it possible for us to have a Jewish state. A minute to reflect that as long as innocent people die we will not be silent and stand and watch.
No words or minutes of silence can express the respect I have for the soldier in this country. The ones that on a daily basis put their lives on the line for my safety. I fear that one day this will be my own kids but pray that the world will be a better place by then. Until then the true heroes do not wear capes, the true heroes have been taken away from us too early.
May their memory be a blessing.
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