Hadar Goldin Has Finally Come Home | We Don’t Move On – We Bring Them Home
In Israel, we don’t close files – we close circles. The return of Hadar Goldin reminds us why we fight not only for the living, but also for those who never returned. Because here, even the dead are never forgotten.
Hadar Came Home
In Israel, we don’t say goodbye. We bring them home.
Elsewhere in the world, when a soldier falls, they close the file, hang a picture, and move on. Here, we don’t move on. Here, even after death - the way home isn’t over.
Hadar Goldin came home. Not alive, yet more alive within us than many who still breathe.
He returned after eleven long years of national pain, endless prayers, and the relentless faith of parents who refused to accept the word “fate.”
And this return – it’s more than the end of a story. It’s a lesson.
Because here, a body is not just a body.
It carries a soul. And a soul cannot rest until its body is laid to rest - in its land, in its home, in peace. We fight not only for life, but for the right of the dead to come home, to be whole again.
Some may call it emotion.
Some may call it madness. But that is the essence of being Israeli - a stubborn belief that no person is ever beyond reach, that every life matters, that every fallen soldier is still one of us.
Ron Arad never came home. And that absence still aches, a national scar - a reminder of a circle left open, of a wound that never closed. And now, Hadar did come home.
And in his return, something deep within us also returned. Something that froze on the day he fell can finally exhale again.
Because Israel leaves no one behind.
Not a soldier. Not a son. Not a soul.
And today, after all these years, we can finally say it out loud:
Hadar Goldin has come home.