Our grandson was off from his base and for us it was a jubilation to embrace him after such a long time. On our last trip to Israel, they did not let him leave, as his position was not so easy to be replaced.

“We are coming to Raanana,” I wrote to Eli. “We’ll have dinner and then we will head back to Yerushalayim.”

We enjoyed the presence of our oldest grandchild with his carefully thought through anecdotes of the war, not revealing too much, but still I was so taken with the responsibility on the shoulders of this young man.

And then it was time to head back to our home.

We love taking the train in Israel. Time is not wasted once we take our seat. My husband Raphy learns his Daf and I say Tehilim and observe fellow Jews ascending and leaving the train. On our phone we read the........

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