On Monday evening, four of our brave young soldiers were killed in Lebanon.
It was yet another tragedy in a long list of tragedies we have endured, but for me it hit closer to home.
One of the soldiers, Gilad Harel, was my step-son.
I am still trying to process our loss, and – in any event – I am not sure I can do him justice with a written article. When I can compose myself, I will try to record a video.
Suffice to say, he was one of the greatest men I have known.
May the memories of Gilad and his fellow fallen soldiers forever be for a blessing and their blood avenged.
