At a family event I heard that my second cousin died
recently. We were not in touch, he was quite a few years older than me. I
remember the time when my parents took me to visit his family in the kibbutz. I
was still a child, and he was already a good looking young man with a kind
smile.
Like many other Kibbutizniks (people from a kibbutz) back
then, he was, what we called, "the salt of the earth." So naturally
when he enlisted in the Israeli army, he gave his best to his country by
becoming an officer.
Then came October 1973 and the Yom Kippur War. My cousin
fought in the Golan Heights as a commanding officer. For his "courage,
presence of mind, resourcefulness and leadership," he received the highest
Israeli military decoration. But later I heard that when he came back from the
war, he was never the same.
Keep reading in
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/the-ghosts-of-1973-the-invisible-wounds/
http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/the-ghosts-of-1973-the-invisible-wounds/
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