Every year, Israelis of all political and religious persuasions set their
differences aside and unite in memory of the heroes whose sacrifices make the
very existence of a safe, secure and prosperous Jewish state possible. A few
hours before the solemn siren sounds throughout Israel, a sense of silent sorrow
permeates the air and a celestial presence is felt that seems to be unique to
our tiny nation.
While many countries designate a memorial day on their
national calendars to commemorate their losses in some of history’s bloodiest
wars, the atmosphere is different then what is experienced here, and one does
not find the same sense of sadness and unity all Israelis feel on this holy day.
Ours is an exceptional blend of personal and public mourning weaved into one
On Remembrance Day we all retell the stories of
bravery and martyrdom displayed by these heroes of Israel. Through these tales
that describe intense battles and highlight our mutual heritage we try to
breathe new life into our loved ones who are no longer with us. Still, we know
deep down that no amount of touching memorials and heartwarming poems will bring
back our heroes.
For me, the day’s biggest challenge is the almost
impossible task of passing my family’s torch of memory on to my children. My
best attempts at describing the brave character of their grandfather, who fought
valiantly in defense of a country that he loved so much, always seem incomplete
The stories that I tell and the photos that I show my
children have given them some sense of who my father was, but I realize that
they will never have the opportunity to meet this exceptional personality whose
love and guidance played such a huge part in who I am today.
special day we should take it upon ourselves not only to remember the heroes who
were killed in defense of their country, but also the brave bereaved families
who are left behind. I am referring to the heroism of parents who despite being
put in the cursed situation of burying their children vow to put every effort in
to going on with their lives.
The heroism of siblings that find
themselves trying to fill an interminable void. The heroism of the orphans,
whose parents have gone in an instant from being the most important person in
their lives, to just an honored memory. From being their greatest source of
comfort and stability to being a gaping hole in their personal biography that
will never be replaced.
And of course, the heroism of the widows who
somehow find the strength to turn in to lionesses that guard their young and
leave no stone unturned in ensuring that they grow up feeling loved and
This is true heroism, for which no citations are
Today, as we stand at attention and pay our respects to the
brave men and women who fought valiantly in our nation’s wars, we must also
honor the heroes still living amongst us. After all, on this day we experience
for a short while the pain and loss that the bereaved families feel every hour
of every day. Today, for 24 short hours we are reminded what they go through and
why it is so important that we stand resolutely at their sides.
is deputy defense minister, chairman of the World Likud and author of Israel:
The Will to Prevail.