The day started by going to Har Herzl, the “Arlington National Cemetary” of Israel.  Politicians and soldiers are abled to be buried there. The most moving part of the day was when we went to the area of the more recent soldiers.  My madrich (counselor), Or, knew 3 out of the 27 people buried in the section we went to.  A classmate, friend from basic training, and best friend. 

Later in the day, while playing video games in our sun-room, the closest room in the apartment to the front of the campus, we heard a loud blast that startled us all.  The army had detonated a suspicious box in a school playground on our street.  Apparently everything was fine regardless, but even when you think you have prepared yourself to hear a noise like that, it’s nothing like you’d expect.