Last night in Israel, my granddaughter and her husband (they are very newly married and settling in Israel) we going home on a regular area bus when terrorists threw two Molotov cocktails at their bus.
One hit my granddaughter’s window, but did not go off, and the other rolled under the bus.
Fortunately no one was hurt.
During the Gulf War of 1991, the one where Israel kept expecting gas attacks since Saddam Hussein had used gas on his own people, my daughter, her husband and her then three-year-old son, our oldest grandchild (now almost 25) were living in the north, in a kibbuitz that was regularly shelled.(That grandson is returning to Israel sometime in the coming year. He has revived his Hebrew – he was fluent when he lived there – and will return, possibly to work and maybe to make a permanent aliyah to live in Israel
There are an awful lot of parentheticals in that paragraph. That is because the situation in Israel is complex and not easy to explain, not even on this personal level. When you watch the news, please make sure the coverage you see is balanced. The back and forth of this age-old (and that is literal, ages-old) problem is rarely covered with any deep understanding or true perspective. Who has the most heart-wrenching picture or story at the moment seems to be what gets covered.
Only now, after twenty years, I find I can use the 1991 war in a book with some ease. Grist for the mill, fodder for the story, etc. But so tragic. So many lives shortened, blighted, traumatized. When the book I’m currently working on is finished, perhaps I will have ‘digested’ the 1991 war somewhat. As to this current situation: That could take the rest of my life.