This Yom Kippur also marks the 40th anniversary of the onset of the Yom Kippur war.
I rarely talk much about it because, frankly, it sounds ludicrous. Like a tall tale, a load of road apples, or BS from a congenital liar. Figured nobody would much believe it anyway, though it was real enough. Back in the days of my vagrant yoot, TWC signed on to go fight with the Israelis in the Yom Kippur war.
Guys in gray trench coats, black suits, and fedoras offered an only-in-your-wildest-dreams paycheck deposited into a Swiss bank, tax free. I was young and single. I'm good with Israel, so what's not to like? And to sweeten the deal? Early release from the custody of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children. A lot of guys weren't interested, but nobody had to ask me twice.
Destroyed Israeli Tank, 1973
But, it never happened. Here's why: Israel is definitely who you want at your back in a bar fight. Turned out they didn't need moi because the Israelis wrapped that war up in about three weeks. Not bad considering Israeli complacency about a possible attack that lasted until about six hours before the war kicked off.
So that's my Wharholian fifteen minutes that didn't happen. Yes, I was a bit disappointed.
May peace be with you.