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and driven to Chevron to get there   festooned with white sheets hang-    sheet on which someone had drawn a
       first.                               ing from the balconies. The Chevron   blue Magen David.
                                            Municipality  and the  military forces
       I told my driver to advance toward   had decided on a self-imposed curfew   When the tank arrived, I saw the sol-
       Chevron, regardless of what the bat-  and ordered that no-one leave their   diers had a crowbar. My driver and I
       talion was doing. We were two vehi-  homes. I wanted to inform them that   put the bar into the gate and worked
       cles, the one I was in and the escort-  the IDF had already conquered Chev-  it off its hinges until the gate fell to
       ing Military Rabbinate jeep. On the   ron, even though the IDF force was   the ground and we could enter the
       way, we passed the battalion’s recon-  only me and the jeep at this stage.  Cave of the Patriarchs.
       naissance company.
                                            In the center of town was a podium   We saw two Arabs inside, trembling
       Suddenly, my driver said, “Rabbi,    where a policeman usually stood to   like a lulav, and one of them was hold-
       we’re the first ones here. There are no   direct the traffic. I climbed onto the   ing the keys to the gate – even though
       soldiers ahead of us. The entire bri-                                     they had told me they didn’t have any
       gade is behind us. We could get stuck   podium and fired a magazine of bul-  keys. My driver went over to him,
                                            lets into the air, to notify the residents
       in Chevron alone, and who knows                                           took  the keys, and  we went  into the
       what they’ll do to us.”              that the Israel Defense Forces had
                                            captured Chevron.                    Cave of the Patriarchs, where I blew
       “Drive on,” I told him.                                                   the shofar.
                                            My declared goal had been to be the
       When  we  drew  closer  to  Chevron,  I   first  to  reach  the  Cave  of  the  Patri-  I took the  sefer Torah I had brought
       saw  white  flags  waving  over  all  the   archs. I saw an Arab boy at one of   with me and read the portion of
       houses along the way. There would    the windows. “Where is the grave     Chayei Sara, which relates how Avra-
       be no battles here I thought. There   of Avraham Avinu?” I shouted up     ham  bought the Cave of  the Patri-
       wasn’t a single Jordanian flag, so there   to him, but he said he was afraid to   archs from the sons of Chet. It was
       was nothing to fear. We were entering   come down because of the curfew. He   still early in the morning and we were
       Chevron as victors, without having   wouldn’t be able to get back home. I   able to daven Shacharit there, the first
       fired a single shot.                 promised him my driver would bring   Jews to daven freely in the Cave of
                                            him back, and the boy agreed to show   Machpelah in 19 years.
       “There’s a Jordanian flag flying from   us.
       the third floor of one of the houses,”
       my driver said as we drove past      We reached the Cave and began to
       Halhul. “They might fire on us.”     climb the stairs toward the gates
                                            at the top of the two staircases. I
       “Take the Uzi and cover me,” I said.   climbed to the top of the staircase
       “I’m going up there to take down the   on the north side, where everyone
       flag.”
                                            prayed, and saw the gate was locked.
       My driver said they might kill me, so   “Ifta el-bab!” I shouted in Arabic.
       he would go.
                                            “Open the gates!”
       “You’re still young,” I told him. “You   I heard voices inside.
       still have to build a home and a family.
       I’ve already lived my life. I’ll go up,   “Mefish maftuah,” they said. “We don’t
       and whatever happens, happens.”      have a key.”

       One of the drivers accompanied me    If they don’t have a key, I thought to
       to the second floor, and from there I   myself, how did they get inside? I
       went up to the third  floor. I reached   began firing bullets at the gates, but
       the flag and took it down.           they didn’t budge. To this day you can
       “Salaam  Alaikum,”  I  said  to  the  ten-  see the holes I made, which the Arabs   Rabbi Shlomo Goren z”l (1917–1994)
                                                                                 served as the first head of the IDF’s Military
       ants. I took the flag and they didn’t   call “Rabbi Goren’s holes.” For three   Rabbinate and was later elected Chief Rabbi
       say a word.                          hours, we tried to break down the    of Israel. He was awarded the Israel Prize
                                            gates, until I heard the sound of a tank   in Rabbinical Literature. He participated in
       We  advanced  toward Chevron,  and   approaching. That was the first Israeli   the liberation of the Old City of Jerusalem
       when we entered the city we saw      tank to enter Chevron, and it was    in the Six-Day War and one day later, he
       all the houses along the main road   adorned with an improvised flag – a   ‘liberated’ Chevron.




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