My uncle returned safely to Canada after the war. My mom continues to pray for Israel. And forty years after the war, my family and I (including Ira and Janet’s eldest daughter Sarah) will be going to Synagogue in Israel tonight to celebrate Yom Kippur.
I was ten years old when the Yom Kippur War suddenly surprised Israel and the world. I remember being in synagogue when we heard the news. I remember my friends and I collecting money (something we usually never do on the holiest day in the Jewish calendar) for Israel – realising that our homeland was in grave and serious peril. I remember my uncle, Ira Teich rushing to the airport with other Israeli reservists – heading directly into battle. I remember a few days later going back to synagogue with my mother, where, in a quiet and empty chapel, she prayed and wept for her brother and the Nation of Israel.