Last night there were 23 soldiers, mostly newly injured, in the Tsfat hospital. We played happy songs and lullabies till midnight. Each soldier had a different crazy story. This one in the picture got hit by debris and shrapnel and part of an RPG. He had little holes all over his back. He said he couldn't wait to get back to his unit to stand with his brothers. Another guy, big tough stocky soldier man with bandages all over his bed ridden body, started sobbing while we sang him to sleep.