Forty-eight years have passed since the war in which the tiny state of Israel, only nineteen years in existence, fought yet another war of survival and came out the victor. The country’s inhabitants not been pushed into the sea as was threatened. Instead they’d reclaimed much of their Biblical lands. Although I was a young girl living in America then and far from any of the action, many of my contemporaries were smack-dab in the middle of the fight. I find their memories fascinating.
“What do I remember about the Six-Day War,” Ilana answered my question. “Not all that much. I was only in sixth grade.”
She was silent for a few moments lost in thought and then began reminiscing.