A Reflection - Devorah Drechler
Davar, 11th of Adar 2, 5689
I am writing about Devorah, with whom I was in Tel Adashim, I had brought her to Kfar Giladi, I saw her in her death and I buried her with my hands.
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I had felt her fatigue was not from work. Something was getting her depressed. I hinted to her, and she replied: Haven't you heard that our friends were robbed on the way? They were stripped of their top clothes and their weapons were taken. I said: But they're still alive. She got mad and spurted out heatedly! Imagine, they took the weapons of - -, from the former guards: if a guard has his weapon taken, he'd surely go out of his mind. I wanted to see his face after the incident, but better not, best that I do not see him.
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On one bright day we looked out and saw about a legion of about a hundred people approaching Kfar Giladi, all of them armed, and four of the riders holding bombs --- at that moment I saw Devorah marching with another member towards us holding guns. They would have to pass the Arabs. I stared at her and my heart fluttered: What will happen?
They arrived in peace.
Devorah's face lit up with high spirits --
The next night the two of them were brought to Kfar Giladi in a wagon.
Devorah lay alongside of four other members.
I took her down ----
She's sleeping, I thought, and with this in mind, I started moving her and shaking her. I wanted to scream and wake her up from her deep slumber.
Her death answered all of her questions.