i
think it's one of the things that i was proudest of and most
admiring of all along, that you weren't lazy and you loved to
be helpful, even when it meant uphill, in the heat, time when
you could have put your feet up - and we did put our feet up
plenty together, over plenty of videos and long heart-to-heart
talks, especiallyduring the half year before the army and most
especially with me the first two years of your army, more
frequently with moshe the last year. I was so moved that you
came to our room straight from the army, with all your
super-heavy bags; you were the best-equipped soldier in the
army with the heaviest bags, i'll bet, even occasionally
bringing other people's wash to be laundered because they
hadn't been home for a while. You were bursting to talk about
what you were doing, learning, thinking, and i'd phone moshe
at work, knowing he'd want to come and hear, but he didn't
usually allow himself that pleasure. You'd tell me about a personal
achievement or failure in shooting practice or long runs, of
your physical limitations that held you back, of people you
respected or some you felt weren't doing their best. So many
words and abbreviations i couldn't always follow, but i sat
grinning, with shining eyes reflecting your enthusiasms,
lapping up your every word while piling on the icecream drinks
brownies, pitot with ham and cheese, chumus, moka-drinks and
shoko-shakes, MILK which you missed so much.
Moshe loved you with all his
being, he was so worried all the time, not only during the
army, that something bad would happen to you: tripping and
falling down a hill, over-enthusing into dangerous situations
of all kinds. He was so moved when he heard fron Yariv that
you wanted to come back to the kibbutz after the army and work
with him in the factory, "help his father in the mifal."
You were always asking me how things were going there, and i
told you of all the frustrations. You felt hurt for Moshe, and
you spent more time there.
Maya loved you very much. She
remembers you fridays, with your lovely half-smile, how you
and Peter greeted eachother, how sad fridays are without you!
You made each of us feel loved and special. In your last year
you'd phone or ask me when you arrived what the latest on each
family member was, you'd make yourself little notes of what
you wanted to ask the others about, and you'd know to ask
about maya's latest race she'd run, or ballet, or something at
school: you'd notice her hair and how pretty she was; you were
particularly amazed that anyone in the Zirkel/Shenker line
could possibly be athletic.
Boaz has always had an older
brother, advisor, friend; he looked up to you and enjoyed your
relationship, he was only just starting in the army and looked
forward to discussing everything with you - but you talked to
him lots in 1996, while he was deciding, you tried to get him
to be kravi/combat, and in the Nachal; you were mad at him and
at us, your parents, that we didn't all think it would be best
for Boaz to hide his asthma and that you'd make it okay with
his commanders. Boaz told me that you later said to him that
he may have been right after all in his choice, and that made
him feel much better.
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I said this to you when you
became an officer: I love you more than any words can say. It
was the most precious thing in my life, and amazing to me,
that you were my son, that at
least physically I'd had some hand in forming you. I love you
more than I've ever loved my own life, and if only you could
live for five minutes more, feel the wind, see your many
friends and drink a glass of cold milk, I'd happily give my
life for you. If only.
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