Update to yesterday’s post, thoughts and reactions really.  The situation reminded me of a shooting that happened in Latrobe, my senior year at St. Vincent.  Most people would go out during the week to Nopalitos, a club/restaurant/bar.  I would head elsewhere, since usually my time off campus was in order to not be around a majority of those people, plus a night at the bar was not for dancing…but I digress.

Anyway, there was a shooting at Nopalitos, either inside or near it, at the moment I can’t recall; and for a time, people vowed to not return as they did not feel safe.  I actually didn’t have a problem with it, it was an isolated incident, and had it been an establishment I frequented, I would have returned with no reservations.

Now, one shooting is much different than an extended bombing campaign.  And I think that in that situation, I would have made alternate plans or at the very least, delayed my plans to visit, fiancé or not.  And yes, there was no indication that the bombing would travel that far, but still, common sense starts throwing off all kinds of warning lights when looking at the current hostilities.

But who knows, we all do crazy and strange things for love.  And what says love more than throwing yourself headfirst into a country in turmoil?

An acquaintance from high school, Maura Linzer, happened to be visiting her fiancé in Israel this week, and ended up about 40 yards away from rockets launched into Be’er Sheva.

This time you could not only hear the boom, but you could feel the whole building shake.  It’s [this] unbelievable fear of ‘Where did that missile land and did it hurt anyone?’

Linzer and her fiancé left Be’er Sheva safely and she expects to return home on Friday

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