Guilty as charged. I have received the spoils of war…and wear them proudly.
Elie gave me a scarf – one of many he received from the people of Israel, private individuals and corporations who wanted to donate to the soldiers to keep them warm.
Elie gave me a pair of gloves – one of many he received as a sign of love and caring.
He has 5 other pairs of gloves, several scarves, head warmers, socks and more.
Elie brought me a note in Arabic (a copy appears on the Muqata blog) warning the people that the Israeli army was about to enter and telling them to distance themselves from terrorists known to be in that area. It was dropped by helicopters to warn residents – and the winds carried some back to Israel, to my son.
Elie brought me a note from Bank HaPoalim thanking the soldiers. It came with gifts, one of which I now have. Elie’s backpack was filled with such gifts – all that a grateful and worried nation could do when it sent its sons to war.
I’ve received the spoils of war…and take it as a sign of love to a mother of a soldier as well. I’ll wear them with pride and gratitude. Pride in my son, my army, my country and gratitude to God for bringing my sons, almost all my sons, home safely.