Yesterday on our tiyul to Ammunition Hill, we learned of the intrepid soldiers of the Six Day War who liberated Jerusalem of Jordanian occupation and rid the city of its dividing walls. During those same six days, we spoke of the gamble of the Air Force, in which the entirety of Israel's flying capability flew silently to their approaching enemies' bases of operation and destroyed their runways, virtually ending the war. As a result of the IDF's courageous endeavors, Israel captured Yehuda and Shomron (the West Bank) from Jordan, the Gaza strip from Egypt, and the Golan heights from Syria.

A select soldier's story specifically mentioned the abrupt crying of his commander when he realized they had taken back Jerusalem. A hard man, unknown to emotion, with tears running down his face as he looked out on the city that had been captive for so many years. Even though I feel no strong connection to Jerusalem, just the thought of such a reaction was powerful, and made me wish to be able to love on that level. Despite this, when I look out over Jerusalem, it never ceases to be awe-inspiring. I realize now why so many take the following to heart: "If I forget thee Oh Jerusalem, let my right hand lose its cunning..."