Another Yom Hazikaron is coming to an end.

They translate it as “Memorial Day,” but as an American expat living here, I still can’t bring myself to call it that. The words don’t quite hold the weight of what this day actually is—how somber, how heavy, how sacred it feels.

In America, Memorial Day signals the start of summer. Beaches open, grills come out, plans get made. And maybe I’m only speaking for myself—but remembering fallen soldiers often feels like an........

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