by Yair Rosenblum & Yoram TeharLev
It was the second morning of the war in Jerusalem. The darkness faded out in the east. We were deep in the battle over Givat Hatachmoshet. It was a fierce battle. The Jordanians were hard to crack.
It was a well fortified bunker, in some stages of the battle I had only four soldiers with me. We came up there with two companies.
I never knew where the others were because the radio was with Dudik, the commander was cut off from the beginning of the battle, at that moment I was sure that everyone was killed.
It was 2:30 at night
In front of fortified bunkers
The pillar of dawn didnt rise yet
Because of the fences and mines
We came down to the tunnels
There were no questions
Those who fell were dragged to the back
Maybe we were lions
We decided to blow up their bunker with the bazooka it made a few scratches on the concrete. We then decided to blow it up with explosives. The guy at the back would throw me the packs and I would put them at the entrance to their bunker. They had a system, first they would throw a grenade, then they shot a few shots and then they would rest, so between the grenades and the shots I ran and put explosives down. I had only four meters to move because there were Jordanians all over the place. I do not know why I got the medal of honor, all I wanted was to go home quietly.
Smoke covered the hill
And this is the story
Source: Gems in Israel