After my son gets back home, it's time to jail Netanyahu

This morning, it was finally raining in Israel after a long summer.

- YEHUDA COHEN

It was only me and my wife Viki in the house. My 21-year-old daughter Romi has come home, and my older son, Yotam, 24, who has been in Washington, is getting a fast ticket back to us to be here tomorrow at noon. All the family will be home, getting ready, except my son Nimrod. Though Nimrod, too, is soon coming home.

On 7 October, Nimrod was guarding the area near the Nirim kibbutz close to the Gaza frontier when his tank malfunctioned, his unit was overrun by Hamas and he was taken hostage. It is strange when you have a son, you know he's alive, but you have no way to reach him. For two years I haven't had the opportunity to talk to him. We don't know his physical or emotional situation. Of course, you get used to everything. Even the worst things in life, you get used to. That's the situation, and you need to fight it.

In days - perhaps this Sunday - we will see him. I'll be the second one to hug him. The first will be Viki. She's his mother, which is more important. Now what can we do but wait? We do not want to exhaust ourselves with the hope that it might be sooner.