Less than a year ago, Itzik Saidian set himself on fire in front of the offices of the Rehabilitation Division as a protest act over his degrading treatment of many of the fighters, who were sent by the state to the battlefield and have since had to fight for their sanity.
As her protagonist burned down, the company was freed from the rest of its business to hear the sound of shouting.
But social memory is preserved only as long as the pillar of fire is burning, and the sensors of identification are quickly turned off.
The social embrace loosened, knowing that he would be free to put out the next fire as well, when it came.
Last weekend, Israeli society was again called to the flag.
Her eyes could no longer slip in front of the picture of the face of the cute elf, who must have been screaming for the last eight years too.
The death of Reuven Magen, a resident of Elkana, who was buried this week at the age of 27 after exhausting the sounds, smells and sights he absorbed in Tzuk Eitan, joins a long line of our best sons and daughters, who were found fit to fight for the security of the State of Israel. An integral part of their personality then and positioned them as the most powerful squads in Israeli society.As such, they were not even required to raise their voices in order to command "fire".
An inverted picture is obtained on the eve of Purim, so thousands of them shout in a hoarse throat "cease fire" and beg us to give up on their behalf the hoops on the holiday.
"Every firecracker that explodes is like a shrapnel that penetrates the heart," one of the fighters pleads to me this week. Fifteen percent of the fighters who participated in military battles during their military service experience the hopscotch on Purim as an animal.
However, even though a bundle of shots from a plastic pistol has the power to destroy long months of handling battle wounds, it seems that Israeli society prefers not to destroy the "joy of the holiday."
In contrast to the blasts and explosions, the sounds of the battle are almost unheard.
The meaning, the professionals explain, is no different from the trauma of the war itself.
It manifests itself in flashbacks of nightmares, anxiety attacks and illusions.
The question of whether the echoes of explosions are part of the holiday atmosphere pales in comparison to the question of when we became a society that aligns with the reality in which the weakest links among us are the ones required to lead the struggle.
A company that distinguishes between the sound of a launch and the sound of an interception and even detects silent digging sounds, is largely a battered company.
And yet, this does not give her the right to close her ears to the cries of the battle-scarred and leave them to develop the struggle with the use of bouncers.
A successful Purim mask will succeed, perhaps, on the occasion of the holiday, in hiding the face of society.
But not every day is Purim.
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