Powdered milk and a Golani Brigade private. Those were two things that helped me see the real Israel, the Israel beyond the heavy screen of leftist, rightist, and Islamist propaganda that is the staple of the public discourse in most Third World (and many First World) countries. Especially so in the world’s second biggest Muslim country, Bangladesh, which I called home. In 1989, right after high school, my buddies and I went through a male-bonding kind of a vacation that took us overland from Bangladesh into the vast expanses of India and then Pakistan. The first stop was that great...