One night, at a beach resort, I got into a heated "Israel and the Palestinians" discussion with a Peace Corps guy. I countered with all the usual responses: the Holocaust, Israel must live, worldwide anti-Semitism, Palestinian terrorism. But the Peace Corps guy threw me a curve: "Your problem," he said, "is that you never met a Palestinian. You should go to Gaza."
My daughter is in Israel on Birthright this week, along with 3,500 other Jewish kids who thought it would be cool to get a free 10-day trip to a place where you can ride camels and swim in the Mediterranean Sea. They didn't plan to be the target of more than 400 Hamas-fired missiles, or to experience their first air raid sirens, or to run from the pool at their kibbutz hotel to a nearby bomb shelter as white contrails streaked the sky.