This is me patrolling the Judean hills at night after celebrating the Jewish New Year, watching over the expansion of a brand-new Jewish community in the heartland of our ancestral homeland.

To put this into perspective, I was reading a book about Israel when I came across this extraordinary quote from Golda Meir:

“By the summer it was no longer safe for Jews to travel from one city to another. Whenever I had to go from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem for a meeting, which was frequently, I kissed the children good-bye in the morning knowing that I might well never come home again, that my bus might be ambushed, that I might be shot by an Arab sniper at the entrance to Jerusalem or stoned to death by an Arab mob on the outskirts of Tel Aviv.”