Susan bought us a present for Independence Day (which starts tonight).
This is another of those strange occasions in Israel, when the mood moves – without pausing – from somber reflection (Yom HaZikaron) to joyous celebration (Yom Haatzmaut). Although I am still uncomfortable with the switch, I recognize the advantages of the sequence. And, by the time tomorrow we join most of the country, gathered round the traditional mangal (barbecue) the discomfort will have passed. Life goes on. Otherwise, the sacrifices made were in vain. And for sure, they weren’t.
This Yom Haatzmaut, we’ll have our Israeli flag flying high.