 Now, a few months later, it was Tisha B'Av. I had already been discharged from the army on my way to college, and my military service seemed as if it had been such a very long time ago. As I did every year, I went to synagogue. Everyone was already seated on the floor, as is customary for mourners, and I was waiting to hear the Book of Lamentations. Unexpected, as in previous years, for this to be a time for some daydreaming and hoped I wouldn't get too hungry.