I remember it well. I was a freshman at San Diego State University when the war broke out in October 1973. There was a Palestinian table in front of the library supporting the Syrian and Egyptian "war of liberation". In response to the attack, two friends and I immediately volunteered to go to Israel and help in any way we could. I went to Kibbutz Ashdod Yaacov in the Jordan Valley south of the Golan after an intensive ulpan in Kiryat Shmona. When I arrived at the Kibbutz, there was funeral service for four young tankers who were killed in the Golan. I worked in the date fields, climbing date trees to service the fruit while the reservists on the Kibbutz were mobilized. I was there 8 months. We harvested the dates, cleaned and packaged them and I drove most of the harvest to market in Tiberias on a Kibbutz tractor with an uzi tucked in the side of the tractor. One of my the proudest moments of my life when the head of the date fields asked me to drive the harvest to market. What a great experience. Thanks for taking me back forty years.
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from the article: Israel's secret weapon in 1973: Diaspora Jews