FIGHTING AT Ammunition Hill, site of one of the fiercest battles of the Six Day War.
(photo credit: D. ROSENBLUM/STARPHOTO)
On June 5, 1967, about 10 a.m., Arab mortars and artillery opened fire on us while I smeared glass panes with homemade glue, over which I put strips of white cloth bandage, in the stone bay of a window looking through a meter-thick stone wall. I stopped for a moment to watch a pair of nurses run across the courtyard seeking cover at the rear of our building. A blast accompanied by a puff of smoke raised my eyes to the roof of a neighboring building. An artillery shell had hit it.I turned around to some old women in the ward whose windows I was covering – most of the patients had already gone home, and I advised the women to stay away from my window, in case a shell came through it. They moved back as I continued to work.