The war really hits home when you know the woman burying her son
The tears flow from every corner, bodies swaying with grief; the tough-looking soldier standing next to me weeps.
My editor calls. Will I write a piece on one of the grieving families who just lost a soldier? A piece explaining how wartime mourning in Israel is such a public event? How people manage to face the cameras and speak about the loss of sons, brothers and husbands so soon after the dreaded bad-news-breakers in khaki arrive at their door?