I spend the night last night with the family I met the day before. The ones I wrote about in an article called Why Israel Fights: Life on the Gaza Border. I met them yesterday and when I see them today I’m greeted not like the stranger who knocked on the wrong door and found the right people, which is what happened yesterday. Today I’m family. Not just family, beloved family. And I’m not alone either. All the soldiers for whom they’ve set up cots in their front yard are family too. The twenty-some odd soldiers they let in to their home to take showers in their bathroom; they’re family too. Today I finally meet the father. We’ll call him Menashe. He’s in his mid fifties, and he still does reserves. He’s a sergeant major. “Sargent major in the army, “he says, “Sargent major at home.” And what does a sergeant major in the Israeli army do? First and foremost he takes care of his guys. And that’s just...(Read Full Post)