All these years being Israeli and I still can’t figure out the shift from Memorial Day to Independence Day.
The other day I was listening to the radio and the sister of a fallen soldier (I apologize for not remembering his name) said that every year when the clock shows 20:00 and Memorial Day turns to Independence Day it feels like a slap in the face.
This one sentence is probably the closest I’ve ever been to figuring it out, although I’m quite certain it’s not something I can ever fully wrap my head around. It probably doesn’t help that I’ve spent the past few days in ceremonies and cemeteries, with families of fallen soldiers visiting the graves of their loved ones and with families dancing with joy just a few hours apart and a few hundred meters away, with army generals and with the soldiers they later send to battle, with rifles and trumpets which later turned to plastic hammers and foam spray.
I can’t really imagine how foreigners who happen to visit Israel on these two days see this, and still, it might be that one has to be an Israeli to fully “not-understand” it.