d me. Yigal returned from the army a few months after the 1956 war, when, like other teenagers, I was about to enter a pre-military program known as Gadna. There were several options kids could choose. One was linked to the air force, another to the navy. But most of us joined the reconnaissance and sco

ad a convoy?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” I said. “Of course, Pll need a map. And a compass.” “Why do you think you’re qualified?” he prodded. I’d been in Gadna Sayerim, I said. | was good with maps. “Okay,” he replied, and he sent me, along with two of the company’s junior officers, to the battalion commande

d me. Yigal returned from the army a few months after the 1956 war, when, like other teenagers, I was about to enter a pre-military program known as Gadna. There were several options kids could choose. One was linked to the air force, another to the navy. But most of us joined the reconnaissance and sco

ad a convoy?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” I said. “Of course, Pll need a map. And a compass.” “Why do you think you’re qualified?” he prodded. I’d been in Gadna Sayerim, I said. | was good with maps. “Okay,” he replied, and he sent me, along with two of the company’s junior officers, to the battalion commande