
“He Needed to Go Back, The Distance was Killing Him”
Of all the terrified faces on the morning of October 7th, I remember Amichai’s anguished features distinctly. He needed to go back. The distance was killing him. He sat in my Sukkah on Shemini Atzeret afternoon. Yes, he had always thought he might end up at war, even in the reserves, but never in Gaza.