I Lost A Very Close Childhood Friend Of Mine

I lost a very close childhood friend of mine

I can't believe it has been a whole year. I can't believe that there have been people enduring torture and confinement for a whole year. Bodies we haven't gotten back for a whole year. Pain we cannot bear for a whole year. It feels like yesterday that I came home and my father told me you were dead. I had never heard him cry like that before. We held eachother and we cried.

Hello jumblr I hope we all have a meaningful yom Kippur and if we are fasting an easy fast

This guy is doing all of this over my wacky silly Anti the boy in the striped pajamas post. Bro called me proto-kahanist and shit.

Again it isn't about a real child I would never say that about a real child the issue is with the ideology and historical incorrectness the story portrays. Also you are ignoring my other points about how this story is notably and quantifiably bad for holocaust education as it is historically inaccurate to the extent that a holocaust museum has put out a statement warning about it.

Also that was a singular comment on it. Let's say I say "killing is bad" and someone says "I agree and also I hate minorities" does that suddenly mean that my "killing is bad" statement is wrong and morally incorrect simply because someone else with extreme views agrees with it?

I don't think me being upset about things that are harmful to the Jewish community means I am unwell. In fact I think its very normal for humans to be angry at things and should be more accepted.

Whenever someone praises "boy in the striped pajamas" i get so angry that I combust. I HATE YOUR STUPID FUCKING WHITE SAVIOR, HISTORICALLY INNACURATE, HOLOCAUST FANFICTION. "Oh it was so sad when the German boy went into the gas chamber" was it not sad when the millions of jews went into the gas chambers??? You only felt that way for the German boy???

*turns you into a fish who has neither fins nor scales and is therefore not kosher and thus will never get the mitzvah of being blessed before eating*

I always think I'm soooo smart for drinking extra water before the fast but all I ever get out of it is an extra long pee that deprives me of all moisture two hours into the fast.

Shlomo Ron was an unarmed, elderly man who didn't have much military or combat training. He was a gentle and soft-hearted individual who loved arts, particularly theater, music, and literature.

He loved his wife, Hana, with whom he had shared many years, along with his daughters and his beloved grandson. Shlomo and Hana resided in Kibbutz Nahal Oz, and they had never left their home, even during perilous times.

They were present in their residence on the morning of October 7, 2023, along with their two daughters and grandson, who were celebrating the Simchat Torah holiday. Tragically, their kibbutz was attacked by Hamas gunmen, terrorists who committed heinous crimes against humanity.

They were left defenseless, as neither the army nor the police were there to protect them. In this dire situation, Shlomo had neither weaponry nor combat experience.

Shlomo wasn't armed. He was no General. He was an 85-year-old man with a mustache and glasses. He was quite ill. He had a gentle soul. He loved theater, music, and art.

Showing immense courage, Shlomo left the shelter where his loved ones were hiding and sat alone in the living room of his home, waiting for the murderers. When the terrorists discovered him, they saw an elderly and frail man sitting alone in an armchair.

Heartbreakingly, they executed him, believing he was an easy target. Afterward, the murderers departed, assuming he was the only one at home. Shlomo's plan was to wait alone in the living room to give the impression that he was an old and solitary man.

He understood that they would likely kill him but hoped that, after doing so, they would move on, presuming he lived alone. In doing so, he selflessly saved the lives of his beloved Hana, daughters, and precious grandson, all of whom remained safe in the shelter.

Their survival was owed to Shlomo's bravery. Shlomo Ron was laid to rest in Kibbutz Kinneret, beside the poet Rachel and near Naomi Shemer whom he loved so much. He may be gone, but his legacy lives on.

Despite lacking any special combat training or physical prowess, Shlomo Ron will be remembered as a hero for his selfless act.

sources: twitter (hebrew) | twitter (english) | ynet