tement at the city desk.” “That /s the meaning of it.” A few years later, without my permission, Jules Siegel, the editor of a short-lived magazine, Cheetah, published a fake obituary of me. | thought it was funny. An Associated Press reporter called, and | explained that it was a hoax. “Are you sure?” h

ement at the city desk.” “That is the meaning of it.” A few years later, without my permission, Jules Siegel, the editor of a short-lived magazine, Cheetah, published a fake obituary of me. I thought it was funny. An Associated Press reporter called, and I explained that it was a hoax. “Are you sure?” h

ement at the city desk.” “That is the meaning of it.” A few years later, without my permission, Jules Siegel, the editor of a short-lived magazine, Cheetah, published a fake obituary of me. I thought it was funny. An Associated Press reporter called, and I explained that it was a hoax. “Are you sure?” h

itement at the city desk." "That is the meaning of it." A few years later, without my permission, Jules Siegel, the editor of a short-lived magazine, Cheetah, published a fake obituary of me. I thought it was funny. An Associated Press reporter called, and I explained that it was a hoax. "Are you sure?" he

ered into the ground. Nechemia’s death hurt, of course. I was friends not just with him, but his older brother, Eliezer. Known by his army nickname, Cheetah, he was in charge of the air force’s main helicopter squadron. He had flown both me and Nechemia on sayeret missions into the Sinai. Several days aft

wered into the ground. Nechemia's death hurt, of course. I was friends not just with him, but his older brother, Eliezer. Known by his army nickname, Cheetah, he was in charge of the air force's main helicopter squadron. He had flown both me and Nechemia on sayeret missions into the Sinai. Several days aft