As for me, I saved a bullet casing that fell on the floor and the earplugs we were issued to wear on that day. I’m putting them aside for my kids. We all want to leave our children our treasures when we die (don’t worry, I don’t plan on dying for at least another 88 years). We pass on our diamonds, our stocks, our properties, our books and photographs. But I’m going to leave these little trinkets for them to cherish – because they are just as valuable and prized an inheritance, and something I think will mean more to them than the cash (God willing, lots and lots of cash).
See, with anyone else, anywhere else, it would’ve been just another day at the range. But for me, on the 27th of Sivan, with Shai Ish-Shalom, in Judea, with our Tavor, at Caliber 3, it was the passing of a torch. I joined a long line of Jewish history and heroism, and became part of the deep and primal beauty and bravery of the Real Israel. Be the next.