In every war there is someone I hang on to.  In WWII I’m told it was Churchill, but the first one I remember was Walter Cronkite.  In this country there was no one I remember in the 1973 war because all the leaders were crazy (remember how Moshe Dayan was sweating and shaking), but it was Nachman Shai in the Gulf War who told us to drink water after every attack…

I don’t think that since Roosevelt did those Fireside Chats on the radio, it’s every been a president who soothes the population in wartime, and our canse is no exception. 

But now we have Danny Adari, who not only tells the truth  but also shows it, proves it, and summarizes it perfectly.  His talks are brief, clear, and no-frills – and when he talked about Shifa Hospital today, the medical aid brought in there, the effort made to communicate calm and clarity in Arabic, and the evidence remaining that Hamas had just cleared out – leaving a lot of evidence behind – I was reassured that the population of Gaza was in good hands.

Not so the Israeli woman hostage who gave birth the other day.  If it were me my milk would have dried up in fear and suffering.  I would be horrified for the infant that it would grow up under siege.  I would have nothing to offer him/her.

Would you?