Picture a street filled with tables and chairs and young people having a wonderful time.  There are couples, and groups of friends, the music is not too loud, and the focus is on food and drink.  But very early in the evening I caught sight of a very nice looking guy with a metal leg, and my eyes followed him as he walked slowly with his crutch over to a long table of young men.  There was another young man with a cast, but all together they seemed to be having a rousing good time – without alcohol.  I became convinced these guys had served very recently in the front. And while we are all celebrating, we know exactly what is going on in the war, in the knesset, in court, in the country, in the world.  How do we do it?