Under the setting Jerusalem sun stood the family, the friends, the distant acquaintances, those inspired, and me. The journalist.
Yoni Netanyahu. I admit with much shame that I had no clue who he was before today, before the assignment was thrust at me by my editor.
He led his unit through the Entebbe raid that saved 105 Jewish/Israeli hostages. He lost his life in doing so. The very purpose of the State of Israel’s existence. A symbol of exactly why the Jewish State was necessary to create. It wasn’t only Israeli Jews he saved – it was Jewish Jews, on that plane, in that place, held prisoners by Arab and German gunmen.
He planned, he plotted, he practiced, and Rabin let him go – he promised success, and he delivered. He served, he struck, he didn’t stop.
Yoni is a hero, an example, a symbol.
He is a model of the ultimate Zionist.
We can weep and mourn, and we must still listen, learn and remember.
As the terror in our own generation spreads, we must never forget his dedication. The dedication that brought back 105 people to their suffering families.
They didn’t publish it, but there’s my article.