Feast
A tag to my 2009 story, "I Have a Little Dreidel."
It was a feast like no other. The food whipped up by LeBeau was great and unexpected. However, the realization that their new C.O. and the others cared enough to show them that they were valued-and that they were not alone-was what truly mattered.
The thirteen Jewish men, now alone in the tunnels after the others left on a mission, stared at the candles of the menorah as they ate. Some were observant; some never attended shul. But, for the rest of their lives, they would all remember this night. And they made sure their descendants remembered it as well.
a/n: LeBeau made Latkes, (potato pancakes) donuts and chicken with orange marmalade. I'd be honored if readers/reviewers would read the original story. There's often a fine line between being inclusive, working within the parameters of the show, and calling out victimization; and I also struggle with all of this. So, I hope that the original story will shed some light (no pun intended) on this issue.
