In America,
war stories usually focus on individual exploits. The main point of such
stories is what had happened to the soldier.
In Israel,
war stories are very different. Yes, they still involve the individual soldier.
But the soldier is not the main point of an Israeli war story.
The main
point of an Israeli’s war story is ‘miracle’.
Here are
four stories I heard this week. The first three come from a friend who stopped
me as we were both leaving our synagogue after morning prayers. The fourth is
from one of my daughters who, upon hearing these stories, told me she had
received a text message about another war story.
My friend
told me that he had recently attended a meeting about a topic that had nothing
to do with the current war with Gaza. A Rosh Yeshiva (Dean of a religious
Seminary) was at the meeting. My friend told me the two following stories were
from the Rosh Yeshiva.
First, some background
about a ‘Rosh Yeshiva’. A Rosh Yeshiva is not just a Dean or a leader; he is also
a man who has developed a reputation as a Torah scholar. Young men go to a
Yeshiva (religious seminary) because of the reputation of the Rosh Yeshiva.
When a young man leaves a Yeshiva, perhaps at age 20-24, he doesn’t just
‘leave’. He maintains contact with his teachers and most especially with his
‘Rosh Yeshiva’, who by then has usually become that young man’s spiritual mentor
and life guide. The connections a young man makes with his Rosh Yeshiva will often
be life-long.
This
particular Rosh Yeshiva told those at the meeting that he had just received two
calls from former students who have been IDF (Israel Defence Force) soldiers
fighting in Gaza. One told him that, on one occasion, he (and other soldiers) had
entered a building in Gaza to search for terrorists and weapons. Seconds after
clearing one room, a shell crashed into that room. It had come, they later
discovered, from an Israeli tank that had been aiming at a different house. The
shell did not explode. None of the IDF soldiers was injured. It was, the
soldier said, a miracle no one was killed.
The second
soldier told a similar story dealing with an Arab rocket. He and a number of
IDF soldiers had entered another Arab house in Gaza. Carefully, they made their
way through the house, looking for terrorists, weapons—and booby traps. They
went slowly. They mounted a set of stairs to check out the second story. As the
last soldier cleared the staircase, a rocket shot into the house and demolished
the staircase. It was a miracle, the soldier said, that no soldier was killed.
The third
story comes from my friend. He said his wife had received a picture of a
soldier in a combat outfit ‘wearing’ (as soldiers do) a hand grenade on the
front of his ‘jacket’. In the picture, the grenade clearly had a bullet piercing
it. The grenade had not exploded.
To explain
what this meant, my friend told me this story. There is a woman in Israel who,
like too many others, had lost two sons in the IDF. Her two boys had been
killed in action against the enemy. She travels around Israel speaking to
audiences. She says, look at me. I have buried two of my children. I tell you I
miss them every day. The pain I feel has never gone away. But I also stand here
to tell you, never give up. Be strong. You must continue to fight. Fight with
courage.
One of this
woman’s sons had been killed, my friend said, because a grenade he had been
‘wearing’ had been struck by a bullet—and had exploded, killing him. There have
been rumours, my friend said, that Israel had been trying to develop a grenade
that would not explode if struck by shrapnel or a bullet. He said, I guess they
succeeded.
My daughter
told me the following story, from a soldier who helped to man one of the
anti-missile stations called Iron Dome. It’s a story that has since appeared
online. Perhaps you have seen it: recently, the Iron Dome system this soldier was
working at spotted a missile heading to Tel Aviv. Their unit fired at the
missile. It missed. This happened more than once. Such a thing had occurred
only twice before in the entire Iron Dome network. Now, the missile seemed
clearly headed not just to Tel Aviv, but to that section of Tel Aviv holding a
cluster of high-rise apartment buildings.
At this
point, time moved very quickly. The soldiers at the station watched, helplessly,
as the missile pointed towards Tel Aviv.
The Iron
Dome is a sophisticated system. It tracks missiles. But it also tracks wind
direction and speed because the wind can play a role in a missile’s trajectory.
Someone at
the station suddenly called out, we’ve got wind gusts. They’re really strong!
Everyone watched in utter amazement as the incoming missile veered away from Tel
Aviv’s high-rise buildings—and crash into the Mediterranean Sea.
Someone
jumped up and cried out, ‘There is a G-d! There is a G-d! We have seen the hand
of G-d push the missile away!’
Americans,
including many American Jews, simply refuse to believe these stories. The
stories seem too corny. That’s too bad—because the Arabs believe them.
The blog,
EmunahSpeak, has posted a story many of us have heard. This post went up July
22, 2014. I have done limited editing:
Apparently,
one of the top people in the Hamas leadership was interviewed by CNN. When
asked by the interviewer why his missiles never seemed to hit anything of
substance, he answered that all of their missiles are tested and that those who
launch them are experts, but their G-d (our G-d) stops them. Then he was asked the obvious question:
“If you
understand that their G-d is protecting them why do you keep launching
missiles?”
“We’re
probing for a weak moment,” he answered, “when their G-d doesn’t favour them.”
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These are
the war stories Israel hears. They are not just stories of soldiers in combat.
They are stories of the G-d of Israel.
Israel is a
land of miracles. It is a holy land. On one level, that’s why the Arab fights
for it. He wants that holiness.
That’s also
why women who bury their children give speeches. They know that holiness. They
don’t want us to forget it.
Happy is the nation that recognizes the G-d of
Israel.
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