Small Tastings of Torah, Judaism and Spirituality from Rav Binny Freedman – Portion of Nitzavim
It was a narrow winding road, barely paved, and I was definitely nervous; the constricting alleys of Beit Romano, deep in the heart of Hebron, is not my normal comfort zone.
As I drove deeper into the largely Arab populated villages, I passed the occasional Israeli soldiers on guard in their guard-posts, and I had the sense they thought I was mad. But I was on a mission. Our youngest son Yair, along with his commando squad of paratroopers, had been sent to spend Shabbat guarding the roads and back alleys of Hebron, and they had a short window in which I could find them all before they headed out for guard duties and patrols.
One of the boys’ parents had managed to get and send us all some photos, taken by one of the commanders, of their insane week of combat training in the hot desert sun. One image of Yair carrying a fellow-soldier (who seemed to be twice his size)...
