
Two weeks ago, Gilad's parents started walking from the north to Jerusalem (there just arrived in Jerusalem a couple of days ago). Family friends of mine joined the Shalit family along the way and said tens of thousands of people had also joined the family to show their support.
This happened on a Friday. I'm not sure for how long, but people had been gathering in Caesaria, in front of the house of Benjamin Netenyahu, Israel's prime minister, every Friday night. They had been holding a Shabbat service on his front lawn, again, to remind him that Gilad is still alive and we want something done to bring him home. Last Friday, because the Shalit family was in attendance, thousands of people showed up.
This past Friday, I went to visit those family friends, and, as usual, they wanted to go to Caesaria, so I went with them. I sat on the lawn with a couple hundred other people, most wearing shirts of yellow ribbons to show their support. Singing songs about bringing Gilad home, and it was unbelievably moving. I can't imagine half of the United States standing behind one lone soldier kidnapped in war. I can't imagine the same degree of support any where else in the world. Given all the bad press that the world loves to dish out to Israel, it's a country that cares about it's own like no where else in the world.