|One day during the Gaza War|
Though it's certainly kept me occupied, I haven't been keeping a journal during this war.
I've kept an open vein to numerous news sources, getting my daily fix of reports and analysis. And I've read much more than my fair share of op/ed pieces - and then many too many responses to these. More often than not these "responses" are in poorly phrased, poorly spelled, and limitedly thought out, English. My rather simplistic conclusion to all this reading has been that even though lots of people have some very legitimate reasons to be upset with Israel (and to not like me very much) the vast majority of those being critical probably can't find my country on a map, don't know what language we speak, what our population is, and more. Frankly, it's depressing.
But this page isn't being written in order to express my distress at being totally misunderstood, nor as an attempt to defend Israel. Others have done this better, and as I've made clear numerous times, there's lots of what we've done that's very difficult to defend. This is being written to give a short glimpse into our lives. Perhaps the basic premise of this page is - why should I expect to be different than anyone else?
On January 7, 2009, at about 7:15, I left for Tel Aviv where I teach each Wednesday. This time I took Tzippi and Hila with me - a day away from a war zone can't hurt, and their plan was to drop me off and then visit the zoo in Ramat Gan.
Tzippi has already written about her experience:
|With that as my
basic text, I'll try here to fill in some of the details. First, of course,
should be getting a picture of just where we're talking about, or, more
to the point, how far away the missile landed from our house. Google Earth,
and the distance measuring tool it includes helped a great deal in working
We got home at around 15:30. The boys were home, and more than willing to join me on the short walk to the persimmon grove to take a closer look. It was a walk of about three minutes to the spot where the missile landed:
|Three trees had
been totally liquidated. We were told that the hole the missile had made
was three meters deep, though it was quickly covered up by an effort by
authorities who came to assess the damage (or to simply see what happened)
to get things back as soon as possible to business as usual.
The boys occupied themselves with looking for pieces of shrapnel that had been in the missile. These searches were only in the immediate vicinity of where the missile hit ground. These projectiles, however, flew out upon the implosion with great velocity, and we saw the damage that they did numerous meters away. The boys searched well (Nadav has an eye for this), and we brought a small, but impressive collection home with us (and wonder - how much might these be worth on eBay).
When we got home I did some more photographing of what we brought back with us: