"One morning, as we sent our children off to school, we confided our fears to a neighbor: "What if there is bombing while they're in school?"
"Not to worry," came the not reassuring reply, "They have excellent air raid shelters at school."
And when the Torah portion for Shabbat, June 2 - Leviticus 22 - spoke both of living in peace in the Land and of being expelled from the Land, we were not sure which alternative the One Above had in mind for us.
AND THEN the war came, on Monday June 5. As we huddled in our (not so excellent) air-raid shelters, glued to our transistor radios, the startling news began to seep in: We were winning on all fronts. The Egyptian air force had been smashed, we were retaking ancient cities like Hebron and Bethlehem, and we were battling inside the Old City of Jerusalem.
Then came the fateful morning of Iyar 28, corresponding to Wednesday, June 7, 1967. The Old City, Temple Mount and all of Jerusalem were once again in our hands. I still remember the trembling voice of the Israel Radio announcer as he declared: "Ani nogea bakotel - I am touching the Wall."
Special newspaper editions hit the streets. Ma'ariv shouted: "The Place For Which We Have Waited for 2,000 Years." Yediot Aharonot, hardly a religious-oriented newspaper, carried on its masthead a citation from Isaiah 52: "The Lord Hath Comforted His People, He Hath Redeemed Jerusalem."
That evening came a live radio broadcast from the Western Wall: The shehecheyanu blessing was chanted by the troops, the shofar was repeatedly sounded, and soldiers fell into each others arms and wept. As did the radio announcer. As did all Israel..."