The bubble bullshit

The detachment I was having from the war a few weeks back has completely vanished. With friends from the north staying in shelters and/or leaving their abodes for missile-free zones and a growing group of friends and acquaintances now currently defending our homeland from those intent on destroying us, that not so much of a surprise, is it? I know I’m not alone. All these articles about Tel Aviv detachment and living in a bubble. Bullshit I say. There is no one who isn’t affected somehow by this war. We all know someone who is currently fighting up north. And we all feel pain when we read the obits of all the soldiers who are killed defending our country.

I don’t know. The tipping point for me was two-fold. The first was getting a frantic call from a friend who was just a hundred meters away from the ketyusha missile that killed 13 soldier’s last week. The second was receiving a chilling sms a few days ago from a dear friend in the reserves right now that read Anachnu Olim L’Gvul. We are heading to the border.

And with every unnamed soldiers death I read, I know that my friends are unreachable and the only way I’ll know if they are ok is when the names of the killed are published.