Every year when we at the Military Cemetery at Mt. Herzl, it has become routine to hear how surprised the soldiers are to hear that we've been getting together religiously every year since after the Yom Kippur War in 1973, when both Eli and Chuck were killed.
"You've been friends for so long?" they ask
"Much longer than that" we tell them.
I guess that for these young soldiers, 1973 must sound like the "middle ages," or at least like the War of Independence. Today, the soldiers probably have parents who were too young to have fought then.
We're not all that old, are we? We had our first babies within months of each other.
And now there's a new generation.
Let's get together for more smachot.