How many times over the last seven years have I written that my country is on the edge of war? That the clouds are threatening, the winds blowing in days of worry?
I thought the gas masks were on the lower shelf of the small coffee table in the living room…but we moved them in December to the bomb shelter…my husband’s tool-room…and I had forgotten that. I fell a few months ago; had surgery to repair a badly torn rotator cuff two weeks ago. I’ve been ordered to keep it immobilized.
With my one good arm, I began looking for the others. Everyone keeps telling me to stop moving…my left hand itches to move up a couple of inches and take over the left side of the keyboard…this one-handed typing is frustrating for someone who types whole pages in less time than it is now takes me to type a small paragraph.
The one gas mask I pulled out was my youngest daughter’s mask. I found such comfort in having her’s at hand – she is the most innocent, the smallest. My mind reminds me that we need to buy more bottled water…batteries…crackers.
Will it happen? There is this silly part of me that plays a game. A game with myself, with fate, with God, I don’t know. It isn’t as if the world cares what I do; if nations plan troop movements based on my purchases, but as silly as I know it is, I become superstitious. If I don’t buy the “war supplies”, there will be a war…if I buy them, than God and Murphy might be appeased. Perhaps they will laugh and maybe we’ll sneak through this time too.
I’m a mature, relatively intelligent adult…and with my right hand I have scribbled my shopping list. I will buy the dumb water because then, maybe…this will be one of those times we all held our breaths for nothing. And there really isn’t more we could wish for.
What right does Assad have to shoot missiles at Israel if Obama strikes his country? Whatever Obama does, it will be so much less than what Assad himself has done to the Syrian people, to the landscape that was once Syria, to historical sites, now gone, and mosques and churches equally decimated.
What does any of this have to do with Israel? When Germany invaded Poland, did Poland threaten Portugal? When the US went to war against North Korea, did North Korea threaten Australia – why the heck did Iraq bomb Israel when the US invaded? Why is Syria threatening us now?
If there is one great truth in the Arab world…it is that you do not back down, not in the interests of peace, not in the interests of your people, not even in the best interests of yourself. You must make it appear that others backed down. You don’t have to shoot ALL your missiles, but you darn well better shoot some…you actually don’t have to even hit your target. You just need to be able to show your enemy running.
And, by contrast, at the first missile fired at us, air raid sirens will wail and people will run because in Israel, unlike in Lebanon, Gaza, and Syria, we put our people in bomb shelters and not our leaders in bunkers.
Two weeks ago, days before my surgery, I had this huge mountain in front of me. It was terrifying…and I couldn’t imagine anything beyond the day of my surgery. I couldn’t think about weeks with one arm, days and days of painkillers, etc.
This huge all-consuming mountain in the window was all I could see of my future, and there was nothing there as I went to light the Shabbat candles on the Friday night before the surgery. I realized I couldn’t “see” the next Friday night in my mind. I was so close to the mountain, I couldn’t see the blue of the sky or the shape or height of it. Its size and the impact it could have on my life blocked everything.
Then, just a few days later, back home after the surgery, I stood before the candles again with one arm immobilized and a steady stream of painkillers often being taken around the clock. I realized that I had gotten over the mountain, or at least near the top. I’ve got weeks and months of healing to go, but I can manage it – each hour, each day, week, month, whatever. It’s no longer a mountain ahead of me – just life…day in and day out. A bit different than normal, but life.
This Syria thing is a bit like that mountain…unknown, out of “my” control. Israel can not control this situation. We have treated dozens of wounded Syrians; ignored many mortars and gunfire fired into Israel. But the path the Middle East will take in the coming days and weeks will be decided by two men – Obama and Assad, and neither particularly cares about Israel; both care more for themselves, their futures, than they do about their own countries, never mind Israel and the Jews.
We often refer to a stubborn child as one who has gotten himself up a tree and can’t get himself down. In real life, we have two leaders who have drawn red lines…and the lines endanger Israel. They are up there in those trees, but the land so close to the branches where they sit…is Israel.
This is not 1973, in the days before or after the Yom Kippur War. There is no danger of Syria’s army overrunning the Golan and threatening Israel’s north. In 1973, lulled into the stupid belief that no nation, not even the Arab countries would dare attack on Yom Kippur, we came perilously close to disaster.
We will be on alert this coming Shabbat, this Yom Kippur, and we will live once again, for a few days or weeks, on the edge of war. But there is this sense of strength, of faith. We might be on the edge, but the mountain is not insurmountable – our satellites and air force fly above it, our sons patrol it. God watches from above, always.
I don’t know what the winds will bring, but I have such faith in my country’s ability to overcome it all – the ego of Assad, the naivete of Obama, the missiles of Hezbollah. The mountain before my operation was kind of scary because I went in asleep and alone…to this future coming our way, we are united, awake, aware, determined.
We are the land and people of Israel and we have the protection, the love, and the strength of our sons, our leaders, our forefathers (Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob), and four mothers (Sarah, Rebecca, Leah and Rachel) and most of all, the Protector of Israel.
May God bless us and inscribe us in the Book of Life through all the winds, all the battles, all the days to come.