Jerusalem used to be safe. It is nearly 40 miles from Gaza and 3,000 feet above sea level. In the last go-round, the Hamas rockets couldn’t reach that far. Now they can. Rockets were fired aimed at both Jerusalem and Tel Aviv last week, as Israel launched its own offensive in Gaza. “Every Israeli is a target,” a Hamas spokesman was quoted in the press.
How do they live like this, a friend asks, after speaking with colleagues in Israel. The Israelis were calmer than me, my friend tells me.
They’re used to it. But what a thing to be used to.
There is, I suppose, a positive side to the state of uncertainty that is life in Israel. In his stunning book, “My Promised Land,” Ari Shavit writes about the Israeli character, the intensity, the passion, the full engagement with life, the entrepreneurial spirit and willingness to take economic risks, all no doubt shaped by the reality of living where every Israeli is a target.
But as Israel calls up some 40,000 reservists, I cannot help but identify with the 40,000 mothers saying goodbye to their soldier sons and daughters, understanding that when survival is at stake, everyone serves. This is part of life, my Israeli friends tell me. I know.