In Israel, you are born into a race -- not a running race, not a horse race and not a car race.
In Israel, we have a special race: the Memorial Day race.
As soon as you're born, you start running and you just hope that Memorial Day won't meet you, won't catch up with you, won't run faster than you and most importantly -- God forbid -- won't touch you on the back and say, "Welcome to Memorial Day."
Many Israelis lose this race, almost all of them.
What does it mean to lose this race? This means that from now on, Memorial Day is no longer Memorial Day; from now on, it is Memorial Day for a brother, sister, friend or girlfriend. From now on, every Memorial Day song is not just a calm and sad song; from now on, every Memorial Day song causes uncontrollable crying and bad memories.
I remember the day I lost the race: May 12, 2021.
Like every Israeli, I also served in the Israel Defense Forces; with great pride, I defended Israel and the Jewish people. I served in the Nahal Brigade in a combat role as the commander of a sniper squad. During my service, I served in Lebanon, Judea and Samaria, and towards the end, in the Gaza Strip. And that was the time that the Memorial Day Race caught up to me.
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