by Yehuda Avner
Editor’s Note: Fifty-nine years since the Six Day War, the stupendous victory is remembered; the panic and trepidation preceding it largely forgotten. The author, advisor, diplomat, and speech writer to five prime ministers, recalls that fraught time.
Syria’s stratagem to divert the headwaters of the Jordan River, from November 1964 to May 1967, led to a series of border clashes with Syrian forces and continued to menace Israel like a floating mine. By late spring of 1967, the situation had deteriorated so drastically that war correspondents began descending on Israel in droves.
With mounting audacity, provocation followed provocation as Egyptian President Gamal Abdul Nasser made common cause with Syria, moving his vast army and air force into the Sinai, ousting the United Nations peacekeeping forces, blockading Israel’s Red Sea port of Eilat, closing the narrow Straits of Tiran, and signing a war pact with King Hussein that put the Jordanian army under Egyptian command. Other Arab states quickly adhered to the alliance, which Nasser told cheering Egyptians was designed to “totally annihilate the State of Israel once and for all.”
Even before this dire peril, Israel’s mood had been low. The nation was suffering from an unprecedented economic slump that put tens of thousands out of work. Record numbers had left the country, and the macabre joke of the day told of a sign at Lod – now Ben-Gurion Airport – reading, “Will the last one to leave please switch off the lights?”
As enemy forces mobilized in the north, the south, and the east, and mobs in Cairo, Baghdad, and Damascus howled “Death to the Jews!” and “Throw the Jews into the sea!” people spoke with chilling seriousness of the possibility of total physical annihilation.
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The Government Press Office, straining under the weight of processing accreditations to the seemingly endless flow of arriving war correspondents, asked me to pitch in, translating official communiqués and giving pro-forma briefings in my spare time. This was what brought me to the King David Hotel’s coffee shop on the afternoon of 27 May, to keep an appointment with two correspondents, one from the Houston Chronicle, and the other from the London Guardian. They were interested in an overall review and a quick tour of the shattered frontier zone that had sundered Jerusalem’s heart in the battles of the 1948 War of Independence and which, ever since, had been a looming frontline, with East Jerusalem occupied by Jordan.