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During the Yom Kippur War, Yosef Wallis was an engineer protecting fighter planes from enemy missiles, Noach Hertz was a Skyhawk pilot blown out of the air by one of those Russian warheads, and Shimon Grilius, creator of the flying explosives, was rotting in a Siberian prison. Four decades later, three friends examine the trajectory that propelled them back home.
War, persecution, and man’s inhumanity to man has opened up a flow of refugees to Europe, where migrants —some of them likely Islamic militants — cross any and all borders in the hopes of resettling and rebuilding their tattered lives. But how does this bode for a Europe already saturated with Muslims as it struggles to maintain its Western identity? With the migrant crisis reaching a peak, Mishpacha’s Aharon Granot surfaced among them along the Serbian-Hungarian border.
We say Yizkor for close family members, but there are others in our lives who have made an indelible mark. In this collection of essays, our writers remember uncles and aunts, childhood friends, teachers, and even those they’ve never met. Their memories walk with us, talk to us, guide us, and even make us laugh. May they all be for a blessing.
Over the summer bein hazmanim, the esrog orchards of Eretz Yisrael were overrun by fortune seekers of a different sort — bochurim and yungeleit eager to handpick a beautiful esrog in fields turned ownerless by the halachos of shemittah. What’s it like for an orchard owner to watch his carefully nurtured trees at the mercy of those enthusiastic and clueless visitors? And perhaps more importantly — will those treasured esrogim picked at the height of summer really merit a brachah by the time Succos arrive