Moshe's son is from America. A family who's returning, and has returned farther than many born into it, he's learning in yeshiva in Israel. He called his father, "The land is in trouble, can I stand for Israel?" His father answered from New York, "If I was there, we'd go together." The yeshiva called to verify, permission given? Yes.
He made it with classmates to Amona, together they entered the last of the 9 Jewish homes to be destroyed. They blocked the door and sat, laying their bodies on the line for Eretz HaKodesh, the Holy Land.
The black clad policemen came, shouting voices and faces twisted in anger and hatred. They did not come to remove those defending the land, they came to break them. They smashed through the door and broke through the windows.
They waded in to the seated defenders, boys of 14 through 18, billy clubs swinging. "Achim! (Brothers!)", the boys called, "stand fast!" as boy after boy was smashed on the head, blood splattering everywhere.
After so many heads that his hand was drenched in sweat, the club slipped away from the officer before Moshe's son was hit. Moshe's son saw and dove for it, fearing not the risk of being shot to prevent another boy being struck. The policeman saw him and dove as well, coming up with the club first. Standing two feet away, Moshe's son stood fast, ready to be struck. Staring in to, in his own words, "a look of hatred such as I have never seen",
the officer grabbed him and threw him out the 2nd story window!Amazingly, in a miracle, he landed stunned but unhurt. He came away whole, but more than just whole. "Achim! Brothers!" he repeats, "now, now we are brothers!" He has risked his life for the Holy Land, and stood with his people. He's no longer the boy he was yesterday.
Leah's family lives in a Jewish town in the Shomron (West Bank). Her son also heard the call. But, the government was prepared to stop the 'settlers'. You probably haven't heard, but they closed the roads, blocked the intersections, stopped the buses, closed the gates. This did not deter the boys of the Shomron.
Her son answered the call, put on his boots and headed cross country. A 20 minute drive was a 6 hour hike. And hiked they did. Through the wadi (valley), over the hilltops, past the Arab villages. Fear was set aside, both of the wild animal and the vicious enemy. Comfort was of no concern.
He was chased, not by animals or the enemy. Soldiers were in the passes waiting. The boys scattered, the religious soldiers seemingly could not keep up, they quickly ran out of breath, or fell, or dropped equipment and had to stop for it. Not so the ultra-secular soldiers, they chased and chased. Yet in the end, they too failed at their task. Each pass was passed, the objective was reached.
Leah's son's hike was long, he arrived after things were already heated up. He was unable to get into Amona, but there was an unreported battle on the border as well. The police and the boys for the Holy Land faced off, pushed and pushed back.
Both boys, unknown to each other, struggled together yesterday, for the same cause, for the same place, for Eretz HaKodesh, for the Holy Land, believing in the literal word of G-d and his Torah, not interested in the lies of politicians, the government, interest groups, supposed representative councils.
Today thousands of young Jewish men and women of Israel are no longer boys and girls, they are young men and women dedicated to G-d, His Torah, and His Holy Land.
They are Brothers and Sisters bonded in blood.The government of Israel has no idea what they have done this day.
