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The Brownsteins in the Land of Israel


Chapter 25: 


The War In Lebanon:

Reading the Settling Dust

October 23, 2006




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It is written in the Bible that the Israelites carried the Holy Ark into battle to give the Jewish nation an advantage. Ultimately, however, the Ark was captured in battle by the Philistines. Seven months later, the Philistines returned the Ark because of a catastrophe brought down upon them since its capture: Specifically, the Philistines had been afflicted en masse with hemorrhoids! After the Philistines concluded that their only hope for a cure was to return the Ark, they sent emissaries with the Ark and gifts––including a golden box filled with five small golden mice (representing the five diminutive Philistine princes) and five golden hemorrhoids. 

The Talmud (Shkalim 6:1) says that near the end of the First Temple, the Leviim hid the Ark in a secret chamber devised by King Solomon for that very purpose when he built the Temple. And what did the Jews include in the Ark that is still hidden away beneath the Temple Mount?  They included both the unbroken and broken sets of 10 Commandments given to Moses on Mt. Sinai, the original Torah written by Moses, Aaron’s staff full of almond blossoms, a jar of manna, and, of all things, the gold box holding the gift of the Philistines. 

And so it is today. Each time modern Lebanon allows terrorist organizations to attack modern Israel, the ultimate result has not been the destruction of the Zionist State, but instead catastrophe for Lebanon. Perhaps this time they will finally learn the lesson of the Philistines and will take responsibly for their borders and will be vigilant concerning those who put them in peril. 

70,000 Palestinians––yes, s-e-v-e-n-t-y t-h-o-u-s-a-n-d p-e-o-p-l-e––live, if you call it that, in one particular refugee camp in one particular country. The camp is two square kilometers. Demographers consider 500 people per square kilometer to be very densely populated; this camp holds 35,000 people per square kilometer. The refugees are not allowed to vote, practice medicine, teach, practice law, or receive state social services. 400,000 Palestinians live in camps with the same identical inhumane laws throughout that country. What country is it? Yes, Lebanon. And where did many southern Lebanese relocate when the Israelis informed them that the Hezbollah strongholds were going to be bombed? In Palestinian refugee camps. Why? Because they knew that Israel would not bomb them. Yet Israel––where Palestinians freely vote, practice medicine, teach, practice law, and receive the exact same state social services that I do––evokes international wrath for our human rights’ record. 

We live in a world where Arabs systematically keep their people in humiliating camps for generation after generation, forcing millions of people to live wasted lives that consist primarily of procreation, all in their leaders’ doomed, anachronistic, sadistic effort to destroy the State of Israel. At the same time, Israel has settled millions of Jewish refugees, sparing no cost, including airlifts from Ethiopia, Yemen, Iraq, and the Soviet Union/Russia from the 1950s until today. 

Lebanese civilian deaths. A tragedy? Yes. But who is responsible? noted: “It is, for example, interesting to examine the record of NATO forces that bombed the Serb military in Kosovo in the late-1990s. In the face of an estimated 500 civilian deaths, NATO admits that: ‘Strikes were also complicated by the cynical Serb use of civilian homes and buildings to hide weapons and vehicles, the intermixing of military vehicles with civilian convoys and, sometimes, the use of human shields. In this way, NATO’s concern to avoid civilian casualties was exploited by the Serbs.’”

In 1982, 40,000 Lebanese were systematically killed by Syria.  The world could not have cared less; not a single country in the international community blinked.  And forget about any fuss from Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch, Doctors without Borders, the International Red Cross, the Arab League, the United Nations.... Yet, when Israel unavoidably kills Lebanese civilians in a war zone––people who were warned for days to leave the village Kana, where hundreds of Katyushas had been fired at Israel, the UN condemns. 

Oh, and this just in: It wasn’t 60 women and children killed in Kana in the air-raid; now the reports say that fewer than 30 people were killed in Kana. Further, the building came down eight hours after the air-raid, and a munitions dump was kept in that Kana apartment building. You don’t have to be Oliver Stone to figure out that Hezbollah prevented people from leaving the building after the Israelis warned that it was going to be destroyed. The evidence also suggests that bodies were actually added to the wreckage by Hezbollah. And I am confident that the building was finally brought down on the women and children by Hezbollah-lah-lah. I am not alone in this belief. Anti-Semitism has many incarnations, most of which are on vivid display at the drop of a hat on the world’s stage of the United Nations. 

During the war, Ben Caspit, one of Maariv’s leading columnists, wrote a speech as if he were Prime Minister Olmert. He stated: “So today, here and now, I am putting an end to this parade of hypocrisy. I don’t recall such a wave of reaction in the face of the 100 citizens killed every single day in Iraq. Sunnis kill Shiites who kill Sunnis, and all of them kill Americans––and the world remains silent. And I am hard pressed to recall a similar reaction when the Russians destroyed entire villages and burned down large cities in order to repress the revolt in Chechnya. And when NATO bombed Kosovo for almost three months and crushed the civilian population––then you also kept silent. What is it about us, the Jews, the minority, the persecuted, that arouses this cosmic sense of justice in you?”  Ironically, many people are circulating the entire, beautiful speech without noting that it was sadly not, in fact, spoken by our Prime Minister. 

A British interviewer asked former Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, “How come so many more Lebanese have been killed in this conflict than Israelis?”  Netanyahu inquired back, “Are you sure that you want to start asking in that direction?” The Brit persisted, “Why not?”  To which Netanyahu replied: “Because in World War II more Germans were killed than British and Americans combined, but there is no doubt in anyone’s mind that the war was caused by Germany’s aggression. And in response to the German blitz on London, the British wiped out the entire city of Dresden, burning to death more German civilians than the number of people killed in Hiroshima. Moreover, I could remind you that in 1944, when the R.A.F. tried to bomb the Gestapo Headquarters in Copenhagen, some of the bombs missed their target and fell on a Danish children’s hospital, killing 83 little children. Perhaps you have another question?”  (Lesson to journalists: Think twice before debating our former––and future prime–minister.)

And how about these photos of Beirut? How do they look to you? At the risk of sounding like an optometrist, which one looks more realistic: The first one on the left that features repetitive smoke and buildings superimposed upon each other; or the second one on the left that is, uh, less distorted? Reuters published several anti-Israeli photographs that were doctored during the war. The photo on the left is so obviously doctored that a blogger picked it up, busted Reuters and got their reluctant admission to a supposedly inadvertent mistake, forcing Reuters to claim that the photo on the right was the original. (This is not only example of Reuters’ anti-Israel reporting historically.)  Many other examples of doctored or posed photos turned up in the course of the war.  The only lesson here, from my perspective, is that the supporters of Israel must always be vigilant in their skepticism of any reporting about Israel. By it seems that the the way, the actual original photograph is to the right

Many things were underestimated in this war, including duration, intensity, and damage. But by far the most unexpected result of the Hezbollah attack was to solidify the resolve and unification of the Jews around the world, and particularly in the State of Israel. Between 80% and 95% of all Jewish Israelis continued to support heavy military action with ground forces in southern Lebanon throughout the most of the war. Reservists shipped out. Northerners hunkered down. And the rest of us gathered in. Israelis were willing to do whatever was necessary to ensure that Hezbollah could never again threaten Israel or Israelis. 

Jews are famous for many attributes, some not so flattering. There is a well-known joke about a man who shows up on a desert island and finds only two Jews with three shuls (synagogues). He asks why there are three, to which both men reply, “That one is his shul, this one is my shul, and that shul over there neither one of us will step foot in!”  We also are fond of the adage that “in a room with 10 Jews you will find 11 opinions.”  This makes our unification during the war even more dramatic. Indeed, to find 90% of Israelis agreeing on anything is practically historic. I am fairly sure, for example, that 90% of Jewish Israelis would not agree on the existence of God, let alone even to Israel’s right to exist. 

Yet Hezbollah, Syria, and Iran severely underestimated our resolve. They believed that the first rocket falling on Israeli soil, even in an open field, would bring us to our knees. Our enemies believed that we would turn over 10,000 terrorist prisoners in return for fingernail clippings from our captured soldiers. Moreover, the outside world never expected Israel to absorb thousands of rockets, let alone to be strengthened as a nation and a people because of it. 

Two weeks into the war on my way to synagogue I saw a teenage girl walking through the park. She lives in the apartment that abuts our synagogue. For several years I had seen this girl emerging from the house and wondered what it was like to reside next to people praying loudly three times a day. Was it invigorating? Annoying? Both? That day, as I had before, I wished her, “Shabbat shalom” and continued on my way to morning services. The next day I saw the same girl, dressed all in army-green, burdened with a 40-pound backpack and an M-16, being loaded by her mommy into the back seat of her family’s subcompact. I thought of my 10-year-old little girl, Batya. I am sure that eight years ago this little girl’s mommy never thought her daughter would have actually had to serve in a war to defend Israel. I am sure her mommy believed that sooner or later the Arabs would give up. Almost in tears, I told the little girl in green to keep safe, and then I walked away, wondering if the Arabs will ever leave us alone. 

On a mission to take over and clean out buildings of terrorists’ nests in a Hezbollah stronghold, a certain unit commander was fighting while protecting one of his wounded soldiers. Suddenly, near a building, they were fired upon. The commander wanted to bring his soldier to a less exposed area, but the gunfire intensified. The officer attempted to return fire, but his weapon malfunctioned. One of two terrorists threw a grenade at the two Israeli soldiers. The commander, knowing that the lifespan of a grenade with a pulled pin is only 4.5 seconds, picked up the grenade that had fallen between his legs and threw it back, killing both terrorists and rescuing his soldier. (Newsweek also reported the story.)

This story about a brave Israeli commander rescuing his soldier is eerily evocative of a story from Israel’s colorful past about a man named Eli Cohen. In the 1960s Cohen served as one of the greatest spies in Israeli history, integrating himself into the Syrian political establishment and relaying bountiful and crucial intelligence back to Israel. Eventually Eli Cohen was caught by the Syrians and hung in a public square in Damascus. Despite countless pleas from his family, the Syrians have refused to return his body, which, no doubt, had been so badly desecrated that it is probably better that way. (I heartily recommend a thrilling book on the subject, “Our Man in Damascus.”)

The commander in Lebanon who saved his soldier is also a Cohen, named Lieutenant Eli Kahn. This Cohen named Eli, who honored the deeds of our executed hero, is a boy from my shul, a boy who regularly blesses the congregation during Birkat Cohanim. On Shabbat, a few days before the incident, Eli’s father, told me that Eli had been fighting nose-to-nose up north. We are all very proud of and grateful to both Cohanim named Eli. 

The week before the war, my family and I were on a week-long vacation in the north of Israel. We toured wineries, rafted down the upper-Jordan River, and dined with friends in the open-air eateries of NahariyaWe strolled through Tiberias. We took the kids to Rosh Ha-Nikra to see the seaside caves and learn about this place’s pivotal role during the Israeli War of Independence. I pointed out to the kids buoys in the Mediterranean a few hundred yards away that demarcate Israeli/Lebanese waters. We saw Israeli naval patrols. 

A week later, the parking lot at our Nahariya hotel was hit by a terrorist rocket––one of approximately 4, 500 fired into Israel during the war. That week, a friend and his wife and kids in Nahariya packed some belongings into plastic bags and became four of the half-million Israeli war refugees. Our friends camped at a Jerusalem home, wondering if theirs was still intact, having left a shelf partially built when fleeing. 

We all know someone who felt the barrage of Katyushas. I know people in Tzfat who were ten meters away from an incoming round. (They then decided to join the other Israeli refugees further south.)  We all know a dozen people whose sons were directly involved, whether taking over for troops sent to the front or directly on the front-line.  The parents tell me they never thought that when their kids were the ages of mine such a thing would actually happen. 

Every time we go north to the Golan, I think about the impossibility of giving away these mountains to the Syrians. But I felt a different awe when we visited Nahariya, a bustling seaside town packed to the gills with tourists and life before the war. Aside from taking for granted the invincibility and superiority of the Israeli military, so many people were shaken by the shattering of the myth that these national accomplishments could be threatened by random missiles. Nahariya was turned into a ghost town and is now slowly rebuilding. 


The date on the Hebrew calendar of the outbreak of the war was the 17th of Tamuz, a day of fasting in commemoration of the breaching of the walls of Jerusalem, three weeks before the destruction of the Holy Temple by the Babylonians, about the time that the Holy Ark was secreted for our future Temple. The only day more ominous for a war to commence would have been three weeks later, the 9th of Av. Most observant Jews could have expounded upon the portentousness of the war starting on the 17th of Tamuz. It was terrifying. 

I was in Los Angeles on the 17th of Tamuz. Being in L.A.––driving on the freeways seeing flatbeds hauling 60-year-old cars to movie sets––when my country was under siege was gut-wrenching. I needed to be with my family. I could not return fast enough from the land of make-believe (not that I was going to pick up an M-16 or make a real difference). A hundred people who knew me seemed incredulous that I was in La-La Land while the rockets were pounding our soil and homes. I must have stated a hundred times that my preference was to be at home; another hundred times I assured friends that my family was fine, busy hosting refugees; and another hundred times I said the only thing that people really wanted to hear: That everything would be alright––as if I were their sole (soul) connection to comfort, optimism, and Israel. 

Just as in Jerusalem, the same Tehillim (Psalms) were recited in all the LA. synagogues for our peace and safety. But I felt as though people were also praying for peace of mind in an utterly helpless situation. Truth be told, I felt almost isolated during the recitation of Tehillim in L.A.  I longed to hear Tehillim recited by the guys in my shul who could internalize the war-time nuance of every word, having driven tanks and endured existential threats for most of their lives. I just wanted to be back home.

My Shabbat in L.A. was filled with anxiety. I made the mistake of not disabling the clock-radio-alarm, and was awoken by news from NPR that Tiberias had been hit by rockets. By then the shock of the Haifa attacks had started to subside, but who would have thought that peaceful Tiberias would be hit? How could You have allowed the place that houses the graves of Your favored children––Rabbi Akiva, Maimonides, Rabbi Meir, Yochanan ben Zakkai, Rabbi Chiya, etc.––to be targets? And You opened Your sky over the Meron resting place of Shimon bar Yochai and let the rockets fall there, too. Not to mention the pummeling You have allowed in Tzfat, shaking the graves of, among others, Yossef Karo and the Arizal. Having been to each of these tombs, sensing the greatness emanating from all, I can only conclude that we must have really messed up. 

The day continued to degenerate in the scorching 100-degree heat. I heard a rabbi quoting me anonymously to his congregation, belittling my suggestion (made in an offhand conversation with him) that our current problems are being correctly addressed by our brave soldiers and substantial security barrier. I had not thought it necessary to add, when speaking to a rabbi, that none of it makes any difference without emuna (faith), tefilla (prayer), and mitzvot (observance). It would be like discussing the finer points of painting without mentioning the need to purchase brushes, canvas, and paint. I didn’t think I needed to stress the obvious, but I was apparently wrong. 

I also came to understand the helplessness of Diaspora Jewry when Israel is in peril. And I tried to understand the difference between their helplessness and our practicality, albeit uneasy practicality. We have our Tehillim and we have our mitzvot. We have our emuna and we have our tefilla. But we also have an army, air force, navy, and commandos. We have our brave boys and girls, men and women, mothers and fathers, all knowing what to do and what is needed on the ground and in the synagogue. Of course Jews feel helpless 10,000 miles away! But in Israel, when you’re driving down the freeway, and in the opposite direction is an Israeli-made tank on a flatbed-semi headed to the front, or when you see Israeli jets screaming through the skies at impossible angles, or when you bump into 18-year-old kids in khakis who are schlepping machine guns; at that point the notion of helplessness morphs into action. Indeed, we pray that the Almighty will shine His countenance on our actions and that we are deserving of having our actions succeed for the greater nation of Israel. In the Diaspora, “helpless” is a common syndrome; in Israel, helpless has not been an option since the Holocaust. 


As if he were Gandhi, UN obermeister Kofi Annan’s mantra during the war was that Israel had used non-proportional force and should have unilaterally halted hostilities. I wondered how Annan quantifies what is appropriate force in relation to the targeting of thousands of rockets trained on civilian populations.  Annan and the Arabs wanted a return to status quo. Israel and the United States refused. Annan wanted to turn back the clock to allow terrorists with no legitimate territorial claims against Israel to return to Southern Lebanon with their 13,000 rockets aimed at our cities. At least the Palestinians can piece together somewhat of a territorial claim for their unabated acts of terror. But Hezbollah? They are recalcitrant in their goals of terror and extermination. 

To get a fix on the true aims of Hezbollah chief Nasrallah, one need only read his overwrought apology for one of his rockets. Instead of killing more Jewish children, it mistakenly killed two Arab boys in Nazareth, apparently sending them into eternal martyrdom with 70 virgins: “To the family that was hit in Nazareth––on my behalf and my brothers’, I apologize to this family,” he said. “At any event, those who were killed in Nazareth, we consider them martyrs for Palestine andGamal Abdel Nasser martyrs for the nation. I pay my condolences to them.”  Nasrallah’s apology was idiotic propaganda and completely disingenuous, considering that his favorite target, Haifa, is one-third Arab. Nasrallah just wanted to kill Jews and harm Israel, regardless of the number of Arabs who “accidentally” became his collateral damage. And, in fact, several non-Jewish Israelis were killed by Nasrallah’s near-random rockets. (One Arab family who lost a child had a photo of Egypt’s Gamal Abdel Nasser hanging on their destroyed living room wall.)

The poor people of Lebanon, by allowing Hezbollah into the Lebanese government, made their bed, just like their brothers in Gaza and the West Bank did with Hamas. As governments composed of genocidal organizations, now both the Lebanese and Palestinians must sleep with their poor decisions. If this means lying awake due to the pounding of Israeli ordnance, perhaps they will think twice the next time they choose their leaders. In the meantime, to quote The Rolling Stones, there’s no sympathy for the devil. 

The upside to Hezbollah’s gasp to justify its existence is that it completely deflected attention from Israel’s systematic destruction of the Hamas terror infrastructure in Gaza.   Although I agree that it took way too long for Israel to drop the hammer on Gaza, I also understand the political realities of the delay. And I am overjoyed that the IDF can now operate freely within Gaza as it has been operating within the West Bank. In America you no longer hear on the news about the Gaza operation, which is ongoing. Happily, in Israel we read daily about terrorists being terminated, munitions caches being destroyed, smuggling tunnels exposed, and Kassam teams being successfully targeted. I don’t believe that the IDF will withdraw from Gaza until and unless all of the international conditions set for Hamas are met. I also don’t believe that we can permanently end all Kassam fire. And I also don’t believe in the tooth fairy, but the IDF is doing exactly what has been needed to be done in Gaza and the West Bank. And as a result, we don’t read anymore about car bombings in Tel Aviv restaurants and on Jerusalem buses (poo, poo, poo). 

And just for the record, I still believe that Disengagement was in Israel’s best interests, despite the loud chorus of pessimists who mistakenly blame Disengagement for Hamas’ victory in the Palestinian elections and for emboldening the Palestinians into rocket attacks. Virtually no one disagrees that Hamas was elected because Palestinians were tired of Fatah’s notorious corruption; the fact that these people have received more aid per capita than any people in history yet live in abject poverty was cited again and again for Hamas’ rise to power. And surely no one believes that the Kassam missiles would have stopped had we stayed in Gaza. I tell you, sure as day follows night, that the only difference between now and Gaza without Disengagement is that we would have had to defend 8,000 vulnerable civilians in much closer proximity to the rockets. In fact, that is an understatement: We would also have hundreds of civilian dead and scores of military casualties defending the settlers, and would have built no political capital in the world to spend on The Barrier. Was Disengagement handled properly? No, it was a debacle. Many people are still not properly resettled or properly compensated. But I still believe it had to be done. 

Now that the Hezbollah war is over, many of my American friends keep asking about Israeli reaction to the war? Not that I am Caroline Glick or Charles Krauthammer, but here is my take. 

That the operation had to be conducted sooner or later in Lebanon is not in dispute. How long would America tolerate Mexico lobbing random salvos into San Diego, ambushing soldiers, and taking American hostages? It has been widely expressed in comparison to our situation here that if such a situation occurred on an American border, no American president (except Jimmy Carter) would hesitate to flatten Tijuana, just as an hors d’śuvre

But it seems to me that Hezbollah picked a battle with the wrong prime minister and defense minister. Both Ehud Olmert and Amir Peretz, unlike the generals whom they replaced, had a lot to prove in the war, mostly in showing that they are every bit the commander that Sharon was. Ironically, the ground invasion that we witnessed, by many accounts, may not have been as extensive as it was (or even may not even had been launched altogether) by the previous government, headed by Ariel Sharon, who had been branded an international war criminal for not preventing a Christian massacre of Palestinians after the Israeli attack on the PLO in Lebanon in 1981. 

Olmert and particularly Peretz, in their daily rants, were nothing less than obnoxious in their fist-slamming approach explaining how we were going to be victorious in all aspect of the war, as if this were the World Wresting Federation and they were the tag-team of the Zionist Zealots. Although Peretz attempted to shake his image as a no-holds-barred labor union leader whose only goal was making this country pay for rejecting socialism, Peretz appeared more like a campy cartoon character, not as a national leader, and certainly not as a defense minister. His detailing of how he was going to pulverize the enemy was counter-productive, embarrassing and, frankly, quite shameful. I think we all would have appreciated a little less Rambo-driven smack from Peretz, and a little more circumspection. 

By the end of the war, “pulverize” became “teach them a lesson” and then became “contain them”. Talk about a moving target; Peretz’s threats could not have been hit by the finest sharpshooter. And, in the end, Peretz did not destroy Hezbollah; he did not gain the freedom of our kidnapped soldiers; he did not carry out the threats to level Beirut if Haifa were hit; he did not prevent arms from coming in from Syria; he did not reduce the number of rockets that fell daily on northern Israel; he did not elevate Israel’s standing in the world; and we watched the destruction of about a million trees in our precious forests by 450 rocket-ignited fires––trees that will take 50 years to replace. At least Michael Jordan and Alan Iverson knew not to talk trash unless they were certain to prevail. Unfortunately for Peretz, the war revealed him to be exactly what we all believed: An uneducated, political animal with nothing but ambition coursing through his veins. By all rights, with his public approval rating in the low teens, Peretz will be out of government within a few months, finally left to be decapitated by his own ravenous Labor Party. 

Ironically, Prime Minister Olmert’s hide was saved by, of all people, Sheik Hassan Nasrallah, when, just after the war, he announced, “If I had known that the operation to capture the soldiers would lead to this result, we would not have carried it out.”  That suggests Hezbollah now recognizes that Israel may retaliate asymmetrically to any further incursions or attacks and that, therefore, Hezbollah will be reluctant to risk another attack. I find no other way to read that quote. So, to complete the circle, if the goal of the war was to eliminate further attacks from Lebanon, if the goal was to make the sovereign government of Lebanon take responsibility for the South, if the goal was to make it clear that any further attacks will result in Israeli aggression against a sovereign Lebanon, Olmert succeeded. Whether you like Olmert––which I do not––it is difficult, if not impossible, to deny that at least he has accomplished one significant strategic victory for Israel in what will probably be a very short tenure as prime minister. 

Once the hostilities ended, there was, predictably, the entire spectrum of criticism. Why were ground troops not sent in sooner? Why were ground troops used at all, instead of simply carpet bombing? Why did we fire off only 40,000 rounds of artillery into southern Lebanon instead of 60,000 or 80,000 rounds? Why didn’t we finish off Hezbollah? Why did we deal with the symptom (Hezbollah) instead of the cause (Syria)? Why does anyone believe that the United Nations will do anything more now to hinder Hezbollah than they did before the war? What happened to the reservists’ readiness and equipment? Why did troops have to search for potable water? Why did we allow Bush and Rice to call the shots? Why didn’t we accept a ceasefire two days earlier, which would have saved 40 Israeli lives? Why did we accept a ceasefire at all? And much of anger was directed at the perceived lack of direction in the war, a lack of consistent planning or even a plan. 

No wonder the war-time 95% unity of Jewish Israelis has precipitously evaporated. 

For the most part, those who would have advocated more force, and particularly more ground troops, probably would not have been able to stomach the loss of hundreds, instead of dozens, of Israeli soldiers; and the international community would not have tolerated the appearance of significant collateral damage; and Hezbollah would have had even more success with portraying Israel that the overbearing monster; and the United States would not have been able to hold off a ceasefire for over a month.  And those who advocated less force would not have been happy after the war with Hezbollah infrastructure still in-place, especially up to the Israeli border, and with the Syrian border crossings intact. But ultimately, Israelis who complain about “too little force” or “too short” or “no direction from the leadership”, when faced with the finite options that existed at the start of the war, will fall back to the real, core issue that has disturbed all of us: The pathetic state of our vaunted reservists. Every year this country spends billions of shekels pulling people from the workforce to train in the reserves. Although the reservists fought bravely and honored this country, the lack of proper planning and appropriate equipment now makes it seem that some of the billions spent on reservists was squandered. The bright side is that many of the lessons of Lebanon are being implemented in Gaza. Further, now, at least, we can see exactly how many new clothes the emperor is actually wearing, so we can fit him with appropriate attire. 

Commissions have been set up and are now learning from the failures. This process will be long and painful and very productive. Much of the criticism has been heaped upon Chief of Staff Dan Halutz, who seemingly did not have a coherent plan. As we drive past the Supreme Court building in Jerusalem, there are still protesters camped out calling for the resignations of Halutz, Defense Minister Peretz, and Prime Minister Olmert. 

Of course, not liberating our captives in exchange for a ceasefire is amongst the biggest failures. While there is every hope that Gilad Shalit, who was captured in Gaza, will be returned at some point, I doubt that the two soldiers kidnapped on the northern border––Ehud Goldwasser and Eldad Regev––will be returned anytime soon. And, again, we must count on German mediators to negotiate their release.  (Indeed, sadly, we may end up having to exchange 1,000 terrorists for each of our soldiers.)

As we just passed the 20th anniversary of the capture of Israeli navigator Ron Arad, it should be clear that this is an example needing maximum tefillot and emuna. To spend even 30 seconds thinking about what these four soldiers’ daily lives may be like is as close to torture as I would ever want to come. Likewise, I shudder to think what their families are going through. 

Do I believe that Hezbollah will rearm? Yes and no. Do I think that they will have the free hand that the Lebanese government and United Nations’ troops gave them before the war? No. But they will, most definitely, build up whatever arsenal is needed in order to further their aims. Yet pinpointing their aims, aside from the destruction of Israel, is a more esoteric task. If their goal is to grow politically within the Lebanese government, Hezbollah could find that rearming with the types of weapons used against Israel will be counterproductive. On the other hand, Hezbollah needs to show a game face, especially to their constituents in southern Lebanon. They cannot appear to have been intimidated or shattered by the Israeli military response, a response that destroyed virtually the entire Hezbollah infrastructure that had been built since Israel left Lebanon in 2000. Much of that infrastructure, including bunkers, tunnels, storehouses, and weapons, especially those which abutted the Israeli border, will be almost impossible to re-create under the noses of the UN and Israeli reconnaissance. 

In the end, however, it is a political question having less to do with Hezbollah, yet more to do with a sovereign State of Lebanon. The question that needs to be asked is why Syria, which has much more extensive rocketry and artillery than Hezbollah, does not launch rockets into Israel. The obvious answer is that they know the consequences would be devastating, threatening the weak regime of Bashar Assad. And now that a sovereign Lebanon has taken responsibility for southern Lebanon, with Hezbollah politicians in the government, with the world watching, and knowing that Israel will hold Lebanon, not Hezbollah, responsible for any further attacks, it is difficult to imagine that an attack will be forthcoming, no matter how well-armed Hezbollah becomes. The people of Lebanon now know the consequences of allowing Hezbollah to decide the fate of their nation. They will be devastated in a way that made the previous war seem like a a party. 


My proofreaders have been adamant that I am far too optimistic for my own good. They feel that I should stop believing that our enemies will ever come to grips with the existence of the State of Israel or, for that matter, the Jewish people. It is these friends’ belief that I should take off my rose-colored glasses and take a good, hard look at the ocean of hatred directed at my people from around the globe. Ironically, my biggest critics are those who know me best, who know that my emuna in these matters was bred and cultivated long ago in a town called “The Rose City,” in a green place called Oregon, where “liberal” and “hopeful” are not a matter of style, but a way of life. And although the same implacability is the hallmark of the anti-Zionists and anti-Semites who wish to “wipe us off the map,” I cannot change my core beliefs based upon the corrupt ideals of others. My new home, the City of Gold, has been unified and is under complete control of the Jews for the first time in 2,000 years. Until 1967, anyone who even dreamt that Jerusalem would be unified would have been told to “get real.”  The same can be said of those who dared to dream of a Jewish state in 1940. The fact is, we are a people of emuna and a people of hope. After all, our matriarch, Sarah, became a mother at the age of 90. Indeed, our very existence is predicated on hope. One need look no further than the national anthem of Israel: HaTikva, “the Hope.”

Jordan, from whom we captured the Temple Mount––the most important piece of land in Jewish history, where Abraham took Isaac to be sacrificed, where Jacob had his dream when went up the ladder the went to heaven, the place of the First and Second Holy Temples, and the Western wall of the Temple––that nation is at peace with us. And now we all await and pray for the speedy rebuilding of the Temple. Perhaps they are right: It is time to take off my rose-colored glasses. I’ll wear the gold-colored glasses instead.

“In Israel, in order to be a realist you must believe in miracles.”

--David Ben-Gurion

Israel's Founding Prime Minister





Anyway, thanks for reading this far.  

I appreciate and look forward to your comments and greetings. 


As you know, we are in the middle of a membership drive, so please get me the e-mail addresses of people whom you want to add. (Let them know ahead of time, so I don’t get in trouble with the spam police). 

Please stay tuned for Chapter 26: "Farewell to a Friend."

All the best, 


Rich Brownstein

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91081 Jerusalem


Phone: (310) 597-4230 (Free From America)

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