"...A shooting incident near the Israeli border in Lebanon
left one solider killed, and two others injured... "

"No! Please, no! It can't be true! No!" I was screaming, the
pain tearing me down.
Tears blur my sight, and a tight fist grabbed my heart,
squeezing it so hard.
I collapsed in bed, crying, hurting, confused. Can't
understand why you were taken away from me.

"I still can't believe it. Still hoping someone will wake
me up from this nightmare that I found myself living in.
I pinch myself, and hurt.
I will never forget the moments of terror, the silence.
I will never forget those last words that had been said. The
pain and suffering that they've caused.
My love, your body was buried in wet soil, covered with
dirt, and yet no bullet, no bomb, no man, can ever burry
your spirit, your smile, your joy... Your love.
I'm crying, I just can't stop
You always said that he who is worthy of my tears will never
make me cry. This time it is you for whom I cry. And you're
worthy of every tear.
I love you my solider. My heart will always be with you,
yours is always with me.
Your smile, forever carved in my sole, your hug in my bones,
your touch in my skin.
Take care of him God, take good care of him, for there
aren't many like him"
I stepped away from the fresh grave, barely walking.
Following the crowed, I left the cemetery.

In the next days I didn't live. I didn't eat or sleep.
Every breath was like a knife cutting thru my throat.
Hardly existed. Life seemed pointless without him.
A week after his death I lost the last part of him that I
still had.
The doctor's ice-cold voice telling me I had a miscarriage.
The hands that touched me. The sickening sterility of all
the medical equipment around me.
I became numb.
I didn't even know I was pregnant. We were always careful.
And now it is over. He was killed; our child died inside me;
and my heart was buried with him under six feet of land.