“Hey brother, what’s up? We just got back from an especially tough week. I have the most incredible soldiers. It’s such a privilege. Hopefully I’ll get home for Shabbat. What about you?”

A voice message. One of hundreds. Two brothers. Two best friends.

Growing up in the Golan Heights. Among the springs and winding streams. In the wide-open spaces that teach a child to look toward the horizon. In a home where their father taught them the meaning of responsibility, and their mother taught them the meaning of love.

“Bro, I’ve been waiting to tell you. I had the craziest flight. One drill after another. I landed with almost no fuel left. But brother, the views were unbelievable. And my instructor is such an inspiration.”

One chose the elite ground forces. The other chose to fly. But they walked the same path. A path of responsibility. Of........

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