Yom HaShoah was always a difficult day. Of course, starting last year, it has hit a little differently, and harder. Everyone has their own connection to sources of pain, and unfortunately many new wounds have been opened, or reopened. Personally, I remember my trip in 12th-grade to see the camps in Poland; the horror at being forced to imagine what the Nazis did to our people, and to stand in the very place where so much of the atrocity had occurred. I never, not in a million years, thought that I would witness something similar in real-time. That was, of course, until October 7th, when I fought in the Kibbutzim, like so many others, and saw the mutilated, the burned, and the disfigured remains of the beautiful Jewish souls who had lived there.

What I feel today, and what I felt last year as well, is profound failure. Despair.
How could we have allowed a day of the Holocaust to happen in our own country, the State of Israel of all places? How could we have left our........

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