It has been a year since Tzuk Eitan (Operation Protective Edge). In that year, since Tzuk Eitan, we have not had a single siren. Not a single woo-woo. We have not even told Shlomo that there have been sirens in other parts of the country. Because in our book, when it comes, it comes. We are going to take it day by day.
Shlomo was traumatized, as were thousands of other children living in the line of fire, and rightly so. In the year that has passed since, we have had, off and on, obsessions with sirens. It was more like, three months on, two months off, three months on, one month off, three months on. We have a Childcraft set. He continuously wants to read about the Battle of Britain, and the invention of rockets that could carry missiles. This is his favorite topic.
Yesterday, he made a woo-woo plane out of kipodim [literally: porcupines; it is also the name of a type of building toy]. I’m not sure what the difference is between a woo-woo plane and any other plane with two engines, but it is his plane and he made it. And he flies it while imitating the air raid siren. Today, he “read” to me from the Childcraft about the woo-woos (Battle of Britain), and told about how the planes were fighting each other and how they have to stop making woo-woos.
Yesterday, he told me to bring Tova to the bedroom, and “he would protect her from the shoshanim.” When he plays, any ambulance or police or firetruck siren comes out as a woo-woo. It may not start out that way, but that is what it becomes.
We thought that with time, the trauma would heal. We were wrong. It has not healed for us, and it has not healed for him. We are worse off than he is, because we read the news. He is worse off than we are, because he senses that we are worried, but doesn’t know why. We are always worried, though, so maybe he doesn’t think it out of the ordinary anymore. Parents are always worried, I think. Perhaps it is just par for the course.
Shlomo also went through two sirens during Amud Anan (Operation Pillar of Defense). He didn’t forget those, either, and when we moved here, we realized that he had simply thought we were done with them. I think he felt let down when he realized the sirens were back. We have taught him to differentiate between practice drills or remembrance sirens, and real sirens. Mostly, by warning him, and when applicable, telling him that it wouldn’t go up and down. Then “he” made the siren and it wasn’t a real siren, nobody was trying to hurt us.
When Yitzchak and I read yesterday morning that the Iran deal signed by [Obama] Bin Laden and the rest of P5+1 included a clause in which the West would train Iran to block Israeli strikes, we were left reeling. It’s not that we don’t think Israel can and will preempt Iran’s training. It’s not that we don’t believe that Israel can deal with Iran’s having S-300. It’s that, well, we were expecting Israel to strike soon, but not that soon. We were debating if it would be smarter for Israel to strike now, or to wait to hear what Congress has to say about the deal. But maybe now Israel doesn’t have a choice. One thing is sure:
Someone is going to strike, with nuclear, biological, or conventional weapons, someone else, and very soon. And the woo-woos will probably be back, hopefully, probably, only conventional woo-woos.
For the sake of the entire free world, we hope that Israel will wipe Iran off of the map, and not the other way around.