With a heavy heart but a clear mind, they kissed this land with tears and greeted morning with loyalty and perseverance. They had come to fight and fight they would; not against their brethren, but against anything and anyone that stood between their country and peace. And when given the choice to return to their homes, they donned mismatching and worn out boots and uniforms, and joined the army that received them with fire. Their wet passports would have enough time to dry until peace would be restored.Because of you abuelo, who came to this country and chose to fight so I don’t have to; who kept the greater good in mind and finished the mission you had come to fulfill even when that meant joining the people who tried to sabotage it; who cried so I could kiss this land with tears of joy; so someone else could tell me “yihiye tov! Hakol yihiye beseder!” when they find out I made aliya, preceded by a hearty “Mazal tov!” and “kol hakavod!”; today I was able to visit Rachel's Grave. And as I thought of her story I realized I had come to let her know her prayers were being answered, after years of exile, I was walking proof of G-d’s promise to her, Veshavu Banim Ligvulam. And although Redemption isn’t revealed yet, just like we receive Shabbat a few minutes before sunset, I am here anticipating it, expecting it, and anxiously waiting for that shofar sound that will herald the arrival of a new era.With your courage you chose to defend, protect and re claim our eternal heritage, so that today, five years after you left us I can be here. And I chose to be. To you abuelo and to all the soldiers who gave their lives and service to this land and to this people whom we love and cherish, I thank you.