When my wife and I were engaged to be married, I was serving my Regular Army service in the IDF. Except for a very rare telephone call (we lived on a kibbutz where the only phones were public or in the office) we communicated by postcards. Postcards that often arrived after I did due to the diligence of the military censors. Years later, although we were distances apart when I served in reserves, there was always cellphones. If...










