摘要：On the third day of the recent fighting between Hezbollah and Israel, I left my home in Los Angeles, flew to Tel Aviv, and then drove to the Lebanese border as a captain in the IDF Spokesman’s Unit. Over the next four weeks I witnessed a confounding phenomenon: I received numerous phone calls and e-mails from my Christian friends in America, who told me of how they were praying for me personally and for the people of Israel. I received many more calls from them, I noticed, than from my Jewish friends. Outside Kiryat Shmona, I had the pleasure of meeting Walt Jordan, who in his day job is a swat team member in the Beverly Hills police department, and is a devout Christian. When the war broke out he, too, flew to Tel Aviv and drove to the Lebanese border, where he volunteered as a paramedic. When he was informed that the rescue services had all the paramedics they could use and that his lack of Hebrew would be an impediment, Walt filled his car with groceries and set about distributing them to Israeli families living in the bomb shelters of the city that suffered the most Katyusha rocket attacks of any in Israel. He did this at no small risk to his own life, and in so doing he lifted the hearts of not only every soldier in my unit, but every Israeli soldier and civilian with whom he came into contact.
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