“But the Army needs you in artillery. Here are your deployment papers. They’re waiting for you in Tan Son Nhut, where you’ll get advanced training. Good luck.”
“We’ve heard stories,” the father tells me authoritatively. “Doctors miss things. We want to make sure it’s just a stomach bug, and not something worse.”
While we may instinctively classify observance of Yom Hazikaron as a nationalistic or Zionist experience, perhaps this year, when so many are grieving their raw and fresh losses, ...