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“Here I am, panhandlers and druggies!” I’d feel like shouting. “You can’t get me now! If I need anything, there’s someone who would fight for me!”

Would we — given the same set of circumstances — transgress to a similar, morally bankrupt degree?

We thought we’d be safe in the North, at home.

Then Motzaei Shabbos comes. The Internet tells me a hundred explosive-laden drones are already on their way to Israel. Even my husband is a little nervous.

I couldn’t stand in the way of him doing what he felt he needed to do

I wish I could say I was excited to go back, and that our return home was smooth. But I wasn’t, and it wasn’t