Twenty-one years ago I rode through the Gaza Strip in disbelief. There I was on a mini bus riding slowly through the hordes of young Arab children; hands outstretched begging for Shekels. I think we did what most American or any tourists do when the used to visit Gaza---we had a kosher lunch. More than two decades later the Gaza Strip is a war zone, the battleground of an undeclared war. Mortars, machine guns and roadside bombs are common place. Since then I've been to Israel numerous times but never gave a second thought to going to Gaza. It was too far, there was nothing to see, and there was not enough time.