They gathered me around the patio table — four faces I’d trusted for years, some since the first week of college. One by one, they spoke. They told me that joining the IDF would mean crossing a “moral line,” that it would make me…
They gathered me around the patio table — four faces I’d trusted for years, some since the first week of college. One by one, they spoke. They told me that joining the IDF would mean crossing a “moral line,” that it would make me…