for those of you who haven't heard, there was a terrorist attack in jerusalem on wednesday. one woman, a british citizen, was killed, and more than 50 were injured. it was the first attack in jerusalem in a long time. also, more than 100 rockets have been fired from gaza into southern israel lately, which of course includes ashdod. in fact, two impacted in the city proper, in one of the longest rocket attacks so far.
we had a trip to jerusalem the next day, which was ok. the weather sucked, and i was less than motivated, but still we went, and still i love the city.
to say that i am not impacted by the recent attack in jerusalem and the rockets in ashdod would be a lie. i've been in a position in which rockets or mortars could kill me, but this time around, i cannot get in my amtrac right after and go find the sonsofbitches responsible. i'm basically helpless and powerless. i don't like this feeling.
i didn't run the jerusalem marathon for reasons that encompass more than the attacks, but it definitely played a part. i didn't want to have my dad and my family worry. i don't regret not running. but it is a shame. anyway, things here have gotten more interesting with the real threat of rockets raining down on me, or to use a phrase i coined 6 years ago, "fiery death from above."
but the facts are these: i love this country. i love the people, the land and the culture. and i'm standing tall here. in my opinion, the time is right to take out the ability to fire rockets into israeli territory. but i'm no policymaker, nor am i in the IDF. neither of those realities is about to change. but I go on.
i will continue to go on. it's gonna take more than a couple of grad rockets from gaza to send me home.