who torment my soul, for I’m Your servant.” Yoshua recalled the commentary, “The goal of my life is to serve You, but how can I accomplish this if my enemies interfere? Destroy all those who oppose my efforts to obey You and to dedicate myself completely to my role as Your servant.” A feeling of relief and calm came over Yoshua. He understood for the first time what drove Elisha; he comprehended why Elisha always strove to be “a servant of the Lord.” Yoshua wasn’t sure where this path was taking him, but he knew he needed to return to his roots and rebuild, for as it says in Yermiahu 17:7-8, “Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord; the Lord shall be his trust. For he shall be like a tree planted by the water, and by a rivulet spreads its …show more content…
I need to start at the beginning. How did I ever get onto the subject of the Light of Justice? Who was it that got me interested in the fabled ‘super hero of justice’?” It took him three days, but he finally remembered and when he did it all came back to him with such clarity that he was a bit astounded. Yoshua replayed the events in his head. It was during an incursion by my unit to gather intelligence on the comings and goings of terrorists deep in northern Lebanon. Our job was to set up an automatic system with audio and visual surveillance. We came ashore twelve hundred meters north of Al Minie at 1:00 am, with the help of the naval commandos. We had seventy-two hours to fulfill our mission before the commandos would come back and pick us up. We came ashore in rubber dinghies. My squad had four men—me, Tzion, Amram Giloni, and Erez …show more content…
Once we were above the terrorists’ camp, we moved west by southwest to the crest of the ridge. Then we had a view of the entire camp below. We found a good spot among large boulders where we wouldn’t be spotted easily from above and we made camp. We only worked under cover of darkness, so during the day we had little to do but talk with one another. That’s when I learned that Tzion was a storyteller. It was during our last day that Tzion told his story of the Light of Justice. I wasn’t paying close enough attention to remember everything, but I did catch the story of the red arrow. Since I grew up with archery from a young age, it was a story that interested