The Military Section of the cemetery in Meona |
"A State is not handed to a people on a silver
platter" Chaim Weizmann, first President of Israel
My family and I are the "adoptive (Representative) family" of a young American who was also a new "Oleh" to Maalot in 1976, and a "Fallen Soldier" David Sklar z"l.
David was born in Philadelphia ,
Pennsylvania on the 4th of June 1962 and at the age of 9 his
family made Aliyah to Hertzliya. David and his family his older
sister Deborah and his mother Chaya, who was divorced, arrived to Maalot
a very short time before I had entered the IDF as a "Chayal Boded" in September of
1976. His mother Chaya Sklar z"l worked at that time as a secretary
to Elaine Kopp -today Levitt, who had also recently arrived in Maalot in charge
of a Jewish Agency Volunteer for Israel program.
David and his family lived in the "New Binyan
HaMalit"(the only multi storied (8) building in Maalot with an elevator)
near today's Shouk (Marketplace). David had only recently entered Yad
Netan High School
near Akko and he
was like a little brother to me.
David was constantly coming over to spend time with me talking, listening to my album collection and playing American sports - softball, baseball and football. At that time the Anglo-Saxon community was very small and close and we did a lot of activities together.
David was constantly coming over to spend time with me talking, listening to my album collection and playing American sports - softball, baseball and football. At that time the Anglo-Saxon community was very small and close and we did a lot of activities together.
David would relate to me his experiences and secrets in life
as any younger brother would to an older one. Our friendship was close since he
was badly treated and ignored as a child by his father and he was in need of an
"older" brother to be there for him.
I had arrived in Israel as a volunteer for Kibbutz in the aftermath of the tragic Yom Kippur in September of 1974. I came here to experience my Jewish heritage up close and I came alone with no family here inIsrael and I was very much alone. A stranger in a new land still not sufficient in Hebrew.
I joined a Garin for a new Kibbutz in the Arava - the prairie north of Eilat-Garin Shikma of Kibbutz Ketura. My Garin went to do Hebrew Ulpan and Hacshira at Kibbutz Kfar Ruppin. Regretfully the Garin came apart and most of the members left Israel. During my time with the Garin I had changed my status to new "Oleh" - Immigrant.
When I left Kibbutz knowing I had a call-up for the army I had to find a place to live. The Jewish Agency offered me a singles apartment in Maalot and I went to see the area and because of the green pastoral setting of the Galilee and the local friends I made I decided to live here.
In those early years there were still very few telephones to call home by and the only means of communication was by the exchange of "aerograms" air mail letters which would take anywhere from 10 days to two weeks to arrive. S o to have someone like David, his sister and mother, my fellow "Single Soldier" neighbor Kenny Sherman, my upstairs neighbor from England the painter Elana Black and her young daughter Sharon, Elaine Kopp and her two children Mike and Marla was very nice.
I had arrived in Israel as a volunteer for Kibbutz in the aftermath of the tragic Yom Kippur in September of 1974. I came here to experience my Jewish heritage up close and I came alone with no family here in
When my future wife Rena made Aliyah in March 1978 to Ma'alot
(from Far Rockaway NY) it was Chaya
Sklar who told me about her and her arrival and she encouraged me to meet
her. So when I came home on my first leave from "Mivtzah Litani" (Operation
Litani) in March of 1978 I waited outside the old Aliyah
Center on Ma'ale
HaBenim Street at 11PM+
that night, since Rena was working as an RN at Nahariyah Hospital ,
for her arrival home. Since I was on a short leave and time was of importance and though the hour was now very late I
went and knocked on her door and when she opened it I introduced myself and she
replied; "Very nice my name is Rena and I am tired" and she than closed the
door. That is how we met thanks to Chaya.
As time went by Rena and I married in January of 1979, as
far as I know we are the only Americans to marry in Maalot. David was
enthralled and was so happy. As time went on our "Anglo" community
would meet and play sports at the park of the local symbol – a large tall water
Tower, every Saturday. Local kids became participants and David was proud to be
part of the "action".
In the spring of 1979 we moved to our new apartment on Karen
Haysod, across the street from the original “Anglo Saxon couple” Beronica (An RN
From St Louis Missouri) and Peter (An ex Egged Bus Corporation Driver born in Germany
but raised in South Africa )
Zilberstein and their three boys, Shai, Yoel and Gideon.
When our oldest son David was born David was ever so happy
to be the proud "Uncle" he would spend hours with his
"nephew". When David graduated High School in 1980 he was eager
to join the IDF and to be "Kravi". Despite his handicaps, his small
frame and eyesight he strove to be in the Tank Corp.
In the spring of 1982 Rena and I had made a decision to
leave Israel so
that I could complete my college degree so as to have a "better
future". Our last meeting with David was very sad and with the threat of
war that was in the air. As he sat on the couch with his "nephew" on
his lap, I warned David to take care and asked him to promise me that in combat
he would heed my lessons I taught him and to wear his body armor vest.
We separated saying "See you later" and not
goodbye. We left for Birmingham Alabama
my hometown to live and Rena got a job immediately at the Children's Hospital
in the vast Birmingham Alabama Medical Center In June of that year I had
just reentered studies at a junior college prior to returning to University,
when the First War in Lebanon
had broken out. As a Medic in Charge of a Mobile
Hospital I quickly prepared to fly
back but my commander told me NO stay and get your degree. According to the
orders, "We are advancing only to the Litani." so
the "war" will be over soon.
Near the end of June fighting intensified and I was torn
between going and staying. The family did not want me to go and the pressure
was on. I returned from my studies on the 5th of July 1982 to a message that my Dad had received
by phone to call our neighbor. I thought that Daphne Even Zohar -our American
born neighbor was calling to notify us of the installation of the phone that we
had ordered three years before! (In the old days of Bezeq, the Israeli
Telecommunications Company was a monopoly and they were king. You could wait
years to have the privilege of having a phone installed)
When I returned the call later, due to the 8 hour time difference,
Daphne informed me that David who had been gravely wounded in Beirut had died from his wounds in Rambam
Hospital in Haifa .
Yom HaZichron 2014 |
days of tranquility?" He said that David would more than probably have been transferred. It just goes to show how fickle one's destiny can be and how fate had stepped in and the war had begun it stopped the process of the transfer and it had determined David's life.
They were in South Western Beirut stationed at a road block
across from an IDF Field Hospital not far from the Shi’ite Quarter of Dahiya,
and the “Falestinian” refugee camps of Sabra and Shatilla. They had been under
fire from the PLO mortars in the vicinity of the Borj Al Brajne earlier that
hot sultry summer morning when one of his crew-mates who had been on duty as the
“radio listener” asked David to change with him so he could relieve himself.
David eagerly replied and climbed back onto the tank to be “in communication”
–listening for orders on the company network. Due to the heavy humidity and
heat David had not properly closed his Flak Vest. As his crew-mates and
commander recalled there was the sudden renewal of mortar fire briefly and a
shell which landed near the tank sent a large piece of shrapnel into David’s
back to front. They immediately rushed David to the doctors and medics at the
field hospital. An evacuation helicopter was called in and David was evacuated
to Rambam Hospital where the doctors labored some 24 hours to save him but the damage had
been too great and he died at the age of 20 the 5th of July 1982.
In April of 1984 we returned to Maalot to a tragic
situation. We found that Chaya had "freaked out" over her mourning
of David's death and her "Ex" husbands attitude towards her. She
could not be consoled her grief was too much. We were informed that she had
driven David's sister Deborah into leaving Israel
to New York and to cutoff all
communication with anyone in Israel .
Chaya’s grief and loneliness drove her to attempt suicide several times and
than she found religion. She became an extremist in her hatred of Arabs and she
lashed out at all her previous friends and when she died in Kiryat Arba she
asked to be buried near David in the cemetery in Meona.
Once she died there was no one to represent yet alone mourn
or remember David. Since there was "No Family" to officially represent
David, I volunteered my family out of our love and respect for him.
Now on every Erev Yom HaZichron at the evening outdoor ceremony one of my children go up on the stage and light the candle for him. And I am always at the next days ceremony at the Soldiers section of the cemetery in Meona at his grave ever year on Yom HaZichron.
Now David is remembered and will be remembered. There is and will be someone to say Kaddish for him. May his memory be blessed -יהיה זכרו ברוך Ei Hiyeh Zichron Baruch.
In the Marble Garden- In Memory of my "little brother" Corporal David Sklar
Written by Yakov Marks
On that day,
I always wanted to know
When "we" are standing,
For that minute of silence
as the siren is heard throughout the land
Can they see us standing there?
In the closed eyes of the grieving parents
A full length movie passes
From their birth up to that terrible day.
For their comrades in arms
There is definitely a different movie
From the date of their first acquaintance,
Until that tragic moment.
In almost all the "Marble Gardens" across Israel.
It's something that is generally accepted
That their resting place is the most well groomed and hallowed.
Now on every Erev Yom HaZichron at the evening outdoor ceremony one of my children go up on the stage and light the candle for him. And I am always at the next days ceremony at the Soldiers section of the cemetery in Meona at his grave ever year on Yom HaZichron.
Now David is remembered and will be remembered. There is and will be someone to say Kaddish for him. May his memory be blessed -יהיה זכרו ברוך Ei Hiyeh Zichron Baruch.
In the Marble Garden- In Memory of my "little brother" Corporal David Sklar
Written by Yakov Marks
On that day,
I always wanted to know
When "we" are standing,
For that minute of silence
as the siren is heard throughout the land
Can they see us standing there?
In the closed eyes of the grieving parents
A full length movie passes
From their birth up to that terrible day.
For their comrades in arms
There is definitely a different movie
From the date of their first acquaintance,
Until that tragic moment.
In almost all the "Marble Gardens" across Israel.
It's something that is generally accepted
That their resting place is the most well groomed and hallowed.