1986-1987 Rothberg Yearbook

YOM HAZICHRON
We stood in silence, w aiting, for what we were not exactly sure but we knew it was something serious. Then, at 9:30,
the siren sounded - it rang throughout the country. My body stiffened as I watched the madrichim stand perfectly still
- some w ith their heads lowered. Tears welled up in my eyes and a deep, lasting chill overcame me - 1 wasn’t sure why
—I wasn’t sure what was going on ; I don’t know if any of us were. We watched in total silence, every move. We
listened to each word spoken; with, each song a fresh chill was• sent through our bodies from head to toe.
It h it me for the first tim e what these men and women, our madrichim, our fearless leaders, had been through and
what they will continue to endure for the rest of their lives as Israelis living in
. They are more than the
people who make sure we are happy, who wake us up at 4:45 on hikes - these people are Israelis. No m atter how hard
we try could we ever understand fully what this means.
These special people, just a few years older then us, have experienced more than we have in any of our dreams or our
nightmares.
א ר ץ
י ש ר א ל
remember! ‏-יז כו ר silence. ‏!‏Remember‏—יז I will always remember this word set ablaze, burning in darkness and in כו ר
How could I ever forget the expressions on these Israelis faces. כו ר ‏!‏remember‏—יז How could I ever forget the chill that
penetrated my very being.
by Beth Deborah Bernhaut
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