When the Six Day War broke out, Beny Dadosh, a soldier in the Jerusalem Brigade, waited to be recruited. The tense situation was stressful and confusing for his wife, a new immigrant, and he drove to pick up his daughter and son from their schools and bring them home.
Beny’s sister, Mazal, had married only ten months before and she was a kindergarten teacher in the Kiryat Moshe neighborhood. Her new husband came to pick her up on a motor scooter, but she refused to leave because two of the kindergarten children were still waiting for their parents. One of the children was from the neighborhood, but the other was from Shmaryahu Levin Street, and Mazal insisted that they take him home. After taking him home, on their way back, near Mount Herzl, the shelling on Jerusalem started and one shell exploded near Mazal’s vehicle. She was hit by the shell and died on the spot.
When the knock on the door that Beny was waiting for finally came, it was not the army calling to recruit him but his brother-in-law, coming to inform him of his sister’s death. Beny was left alone with the message – his parents lived in the Abu Tor neighborhood in an apartment facing the border, and their balcony became a military position, so it was impossible to reach them, and he didn’t want to be the one giving his other sister, Dina, the terrible news.
The members of the burial society asked Dadosh to come and identify the body, so the next day he went to Sha’arei Tzedek Hospital to identify his sister. Lying among the other persons who had been killed, he identified the body and arranged for her burial on his own, without telling anyone, not his sister nor his parents. With his bare hands, Dadosh dug the grave. Only when the war ended, when it was possible to travel safely the city again, did Dadosh tell his parents about their daughter’s death. In spite of his concerns, his parents were not angry at him, because they understood that the circumstances had prevented him from telling them before. The memory of his sister lying in the morgue and the harsh experiences of the war, remain carved in Dadosh’s soul forever.