"Did you hear?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered but she just looked at me. I remember thinking something is off. Something happened. Something...or someone.
"They didn't say who it was, " I quickly added.
She stopped looking confused... and gave me a different look...it was the first inkling that I should be behaving differently. And then it clicked. She expected me to know... but I don't.
"Who?" I asked, dread filling me inside.
She didn't answer.
"WHO?" I can't tell you if I said it louder or even more quietly. I was getting scared. That much I remember.
"Ari" she answered. And I thought that doesn't help.
I know several people named Ari, but of course, the most famous was Ari Fuld. But Ari Fuld was stronger, bigger, always armed. Too big, too fast. He stopped terrorists, he didn't get killed by one.
He was the one who answered my army questions, told me things to help others. No, silly, not that Ari... but still...i looked around the office. They are all looking at me with... it seemed...pity. I turned to my friend. Ari?
"Ari WHO?" I asked because I was 100% sure it wasn't THAT Ari.
And then she said his name and I just told her she was wrong. But she wasn't.
How could this It have killed Ari? The answer, of course, was the only way the coward could have, by attacking him in the back.
But Ari didn't die when It stabbed him. Ari turned and saw that It was going to kill someone else and so, as always, Ari wouldn't do what a mere human would do, Ari rose like the lion he was named after... and ran.
He stopped and shot the terrorist, saving the life of another as he surrendered his.
It is being released in this deal. This coward. This boy of 17 that will never grow to be a man. Ari was a man. Loud, strong, Ari.
I can't say he was my friend. I didn't know him well enough to actually call him a friend. I thought of him as a friend, went to his funeral but I know some of his friends and they are strong... not as strong, but big and well...
But Ari was...well, he was Ari. I can see him sitting next to God. I can even hear him suggesting when suggestions need to be given... like now. I think when people died, they are at peace, but not Ari. He'd find work to be done, even in heaven.
And worst of all, in the last 15 months, I've thought of him holding a little red- headed baby. I think he's been holding the little lion for a long time now.
It, that which took Ari from us, will go free soon but it's okay. It's okay because the lions of Israel will find him again... and this time, they will devour him.
It will indeed never be in an Israel jail again. We won't make that mistake again.
And a callout to Itamar Ben Gvir (איתמר בן גביר), tell Bibi you'll return to his government on one condition... that if ANY of these almost 2,000 Its are recaptured, the State will impose the death penalty.
It's time the Nazi Eichnann have company.
Bring back the death penalty, in full. Khalil Jabarin should be given the very first dose of Israel's new law.
The courts should pardon none of these terrorists. Their sentences should be converted to a death sentence to be imposed immediately upon re-arrest.
And as each one is delivered into the hands of Hamas... the last word that they hear, should be us telling them they've been given a one way ticket... to hell.
Death waits for you in Israel. Ari waits for you at the gates of the next world.
To Ari's family and all the family's and friends of the murdered ones...I am so sorry. I am so devastated for you. What justice the Its avoid in this world, will be tripled in the world to come. Trust Ari.

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