Dec 2023. Blues Vol 39 No. 12

him I was trying to get to the
synagogue chapel to see the
famous windows. I asked for
directions, but he told me he
would take me there since the
directions were complicated
and it wasn’t close.
We walked through the
tunnels and hallways and he
noticed my Houston Texans
hat. Maybe that’s why he felt
sorry for me! We chatted and
walked for a while. Finally,
we arrived at the synagogue
and he showed me the door
to the chapel. The young man
was wearing the uniform of
an IDF soldier. He pointed to
the windows and showed me
a hole in one where an Arab
fired into the hospital during
a previous war. I thanked him
for escorting me to the chapel.
As he was leaving I took his
hand and told him to be careful.
The hatred some people
have for Jews is palpable.
I don’t know if you’ve ever
had to stick your head in an
attic or a tunnel or some other
dark place where someone
could be lurking to blow your
brains out. I have. All of my
police officer friends have as
well. Have you ever had to
make a forced entry to get a
couple of killers out of a back
bedroom? I have. I know what
that feels like, and I wonder
if the young IDF soldier who
showed me the Chagall windows
is preparing to enter
those long black corridors
of booby trapped horrors to
find hostages and baby killing
terrorists. I suppose he is. No
matter how much training one
has, the hostages add an incredibly
difficult aspect to the
operation. IDF soldiers will die
in those pits of depraved evil.
By the way, I found out
what those restricted areas
in the Hadassah Medical Center
sub levels were. It’s public
knowledge—not a secret. They
are for IDF mass casualties.
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