For a year we have been drowning in an endless cycle of death and killing and bereavement and funerals and air-raid sirens and shelling. Enough!
Last Friday morning, the regional cemetery of Gush Misgav, in the Galilee. The memorial ceremony for Adam Agmon, who was killed just over a year ago, on October 7, in the desperate, heroic battle for Kibbutz Kissufim. Paratroopers in their trademark red berets mingle with local flower children. In his speech, Yahel, the brother, requests that those present keep asking about Adam and talking about Adam, so that something of him will remain alive.