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This article is about Rav Yitzchok Dovid Grossman. The man is amazing.
A Light in the Darkness of War
Original article written by Shula Weissfer
A year has passed but First Lieutenant M. has not forgotten about
the activities of Migdal Ohr which had been discreetly
accomplished. With minor changes, we publish here for the first
time in English, Lieutenant M's written recording of his
experience.
"I remember the two weeks of near face-to-face combat, the
confused orders and insufficient combat gear, the intense hunger,
physical and emotional exhaustion and toughest of all, the
self-imposed silence and disassociation with our surroundings.
"Now is not the right time to complain, but when it is over," we
thought to ourselves, "when the air raid sirens stop and we are
out of these fatigues, we can talk and the truth will be known."
When the news came that we were receiving a day off, our hearts
soared. We suffered so much stress and hardship. Where would we
go? How should we take full advantage of this gift?
Rumors begin to circulate that we were going to some school in
Migdal Ha'Emek. "This must be a joke! Who ordered ten buses to
bring us to some yeshiva with some Rabbi who is just going to try
and brainwash us?"
Then, a few of the guys remembered. "Rabbi Grossman, that's the
Disco Rabbi right? The guys all give him great respect." But what
do they know? He is still some rabbi.
Tired and emotionally drained, we got off the buses and stood
face to face with an old-world looking Jew, complete with a white
beard, side locks and long jacket. "So here it comes," I
thought, "the push to put on tefillin or to say prayers together.
Some day off."
"Boys," the rabbi's words thundered, "I suggest that first thing
you do is take a dip in the pool and freshen up. In the
meantime, we will make you something to eat."
In amazing simplicity, Rabbi Grossman heard in passing that the
brigade was looking for a home for a day, and he immediately
volunteered his campus. "What's the problem? 600 soldiers?
They should all come, of course we have room!"
With the echoes of war from the battlefield still in our ears, it
seemed like a mirage or hallucination. Soft music came from
everywhere and flowing water and greenery surrounded us. Within
minutes, the tables were set with cold refreshing watermelon,
cakes, and beverages, followed by cheeses, fresh vegetables, and
soft rolls.
Then we heard, "Out of the pool, get dressed and eat something."
We saw piles of new undergarments. 600 new undershirts and
underwear appeared as if out of nowhere, laid out on tables for
our choosing.
Rabbi Grossman sat with us and laughed, "Have a good time boys!
Have a great time! This evening, I will put on the most
spectacular performance you have ever seen."
I am not a religious person by any means, but I can't help but
envision the first Jew, Avraham, standing and personally serving
his guests perfectly naturally and without the slightest hint of
condescension. He respected each individual and cared for all
their needs. Like Avraham, Rabbi Grossman saw in this an obvious
act of kindness, a mission of a Mitzvah that had fallen into his
hands. As the evening continued, we learned quickly that this was
the essence of who Rabbi Grossman is and what he is all about.
He loves everyone and accepts everyone as they are with all his
heart and soul.
"Tell me friends," Rabbi Grossman said, "I heard you are lacking
different pieces of equipment. Do me a favor. Here is a pencil
and paper, just write down everything you are missing and leave
the paper on the table." That night, we enjoyed the
entertainment and afterwards, slept in soft beds and
air-conditioned rooms.
Like in a fairytale, we awoke in the morning and could not
believe our eyes. Mounds of gear which we so desperately needed
had arrived at Migdal Ohr. Attached, was a small note from Rabbi
Grossman, "To my dear solders, from all my heart!"
Rabbi Grossman personally and immediately raised over $60,000
worth of equipment from friends literally overnight! The
essential equipment included ceramic bulletproof vests, helmets,
canteens, knee pads, backpack water canteens, night vision
goggles, toothbrushes, socks and more.
Interestingly, a few months before the war broke out, a special
friend of Rabbi Grossman from France was interested in donating a
new Torah scroll to the main Migdal Ohr Beit Midrash (study
hall). For some reason, Rabbi Grossman requested to postpone the
event until an unspecified later date.
"Now is the right time!" Rabbi Grossman realized. He immediately
made arrangements and in an early evening ceremony, we
participated in the completion of writing the Torah. While the
scroll was carefully laid on the table next to a special pen and
ink, Rabbi Grossman addressed the soldiers.
"My holy ones! I am going to bestow upon you the merit of a holy
mitzvah, which can be considered a once in a life time
opportunity. Each one of you will complete a letter in the Torah
scroll. While you are executing this holy task, each one of you
should pray the prayer of his heart and request from G-d that the
merit of the letter he has completed will protect him in battle.
Holy sparks will emanate from these sacred letters and disperse
around you, creating a protective shield which will keep you safe
and bring you home safely."
Those moments were the most exciting and emotional ones in my
life. Shaking from the intensity of the immeasurable experience,
still not believing, we held the edges of the Torah scroll while
are hearts beat rapidly. There was complete silence all around.
One after the other, we dipped the quill in the ink and completed
a letter in the Torah scroll.
A bystander would have seen a breathtaking scene of incredible
elation and spiritual exuberance. The world seemed as if shrouded
in silence. The strings of our heart felt strummed and the tears
flowed freely down our cheeks.
"Mother!" cried one of the soldiers into his cell phone, "you
wont believe what I have done! I have written a letter in a Torah
scroll! Mother, are you there? Can you hear?! Me, a Shmutznik (a
member of a non- religious Kibbutz), who can't differentiate
between Shabbat and the rest of the week, who has not seen tzizit
(ritual garment) in my life. Me, I wrote a letter in a Torah
scroll! I can't believe it. I can't believe it."
After the completion of the Torah, the ceremony continued.
Leading the procession was a decorated car with multi-colored
lights strung all over it and with a crown of lights spinning
around on its roof. Following the car, bearers of a decorated
canopy marched while people danced around it. Under the canopy,
others held the Torah scroll, which was clothed in white and
crimson with a silver crown at its top.
600 soldiers and thousands of the town residents marched and
danced in the procession, a loud speaker accompanying them,
playing traditional Jewish music.
As the ceremony came to a close, Rabbi Grossman approached every
soldier and kissed him while placing a half-shekel coin in his
hand and said "shliach mitzvah aino nezok," messengers of a
mitzvah are not harmed. Rabbi Grossman concluded, "When you
return, G-d willing, healthy and unharmed, you will fulfill this
mission I am placing upon you, and you will donate this money to
charity."
The night came. Twelve buses made their way atop the Galilee
Mountains. Heavy darkness engulfed us, yet behind, in the
growing distance, a bright flame pierced the night sky. In the
midst of war and violence, we found love and unending human
compassion at Migdal Ohr, the educational center established in
Migdal Ha'Emek by Rabbi Yitzchak Dovid Grossman.
Rabbi Grossman speaks
"This was an immense "Kiddush Hashem." For a long period of time,
I cried and was very emotional." Thus Rabbi Grossman recalled the
moment when he first read the words above written by First
Lieutenant M.
Rabbi Grossman has what to add to the end of this exciting
memoir. "A moment before they returned to Lebanon, I told the
soldiers, 'in the merit that you said "shema" and put on
tefillin, wrote a letter in the torah, and are messengers of a
mitzvah, I promise you, that you will all return safe and sound.
None of you will be wounded or killed.'"
"Wasn't the Rabbi scared to commit to 600 soldiers that they
would return home safe and sound?" asked Shula Weissfer, a
journalist. "That is what came out of my mouth word for word," he
replied. "This was a moment of exuberance."
"I continued and told them," Rabbi Grossman relates, "if this
does actually happen that you come back safely, the first place
you must come back to - before you go home - is Migdal Ohr. We
will thank G-d together and from there we will say goodbye." I
told them, "think of this as an emergency call-up. Do you
accept?" The commanding officer replied in the affirmative.
Two weeks later, around midnight, Rabbi Grossman received a phone
call. "Rabbi, your blessing has come true!" exclaimed the
commander over the phone. "Everyone is safe and we are on our way
to you. We will be there by two 'O clock in the morning"
Rabbi Grossman immediately contacted the kitchen staff and asked
them to prepare a meal while he worked to organize a band.
People asked him 'You need a band at 2 a.m.? Is Moshiach here?'"
At 2:30 a.m. the soldiers disembarked from the buses, each one
carrying 60 kilo of equipment on his back. The band started
playing music and the soldiers approached Rabbi Grossman, each
one lovingly received with a hug and a kiss. This continued for
two hours. "I felt as I had never felt before," recalls Rabbi
Grossman. "Each one told me his personal miracle."
One soldier, a kibbutznik and a lawyer in civilian life, relayed
an incredible miracle. A group of soldiers were gathered in an
empty house in a Lebanese village when one of them forgetfully
lit a cigarette.
Hezbollah terrorists immediately noticed the light and fired an
anti-tank missile at the house. Coincidentally, two horses from
the village ran in front of the house and were hit and killed.
The missile, deflected by the horses, veered away from the house,
landing elsewhere. Incredibly, the horses miraculously saved the
soldiers inside the house.
After the warm reception, the soldiers recited "birkat hagomel,"
and together with Rabbi Grossman, sang and danced until daybreak.
"To this day," says Rabbi Grossman, "we maintain contact with
each soldier and have thus become one family."
Rabbi Grossman is a recipient of the "Award of Recognition for
his Actions on Behalf of Soldiers of the Israeli Defense Forces
and the Second Lebanon War"
