I go out on the porch on Friday nights and I scream the brahah to him with my hands up in the air.

And, you know, and then I come in and we have this big, horrible picture that somebody gave us of him with his name spelled wrong.

And it's behind our front door.

And I kiss his head and I smell his hair on the picture

because I know what that smell is of his hair.

You know, and I just wait and crave

for that time when I can smell his hair.

You know, it's, they just brought his bag back on Friday. They found his bag

seven weeks later that he had taken to the music festival. And I unpacked it yesterday and I was

taking out. Now normally we're always like, Hirsch, you need to shower. My God, what is that

smell? And I was taking out his clothes and I was finding the armpits

and inhaling it like, you know, like it was like the most wonderful thing I could ever smell,

you know, but John. I, this morning I went for the first time, State 51, I went to the above ground bomb shelter

where Hirsch came under attack, lost his arm and was then taken captive. And as I was there,

I was thinking, it's so close. It's like a couple of kilometers from here, a mile and a half.

Let's just go right now. Like my friend has a 4x4.

Let's just go cut across the fields and go get him.

We thought better of that.

But it's absolutely crossed my mind.

I mean, he is so close.

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