“I once spent 24 hours in Sderot. This was before the Iron Dome and the torrent of missiles didn’t let up for even a moment. It was then that I made a decision that would change my life: Like many inspired Americans before me, I was going to serve in the IDF.”
“The wheels were set in motion, and then came the waiting game. I spent the next year learning in yeshiva, and finally, I got my draft date. To be honest, I wasn’t sure until the very last second which unit I’d be getting into–I had originally wanted to try for one of the IDF’s elite commando units, but I had plans to become a rabbi after I served, and I decided my best bet was Netzach Yehuda, the dedicated unit for religious soldiers.
“I got in. The next year and a half of my life saw more action than I could have ever imagined, and I loved every minute of it. My service flew by way too quickly, and when I got out, it was way too soon. To this very day, I think of going back and becoming an officer. Perhaps someday, who knows?”
Source: Humans of Jerusalem
