T H E Y . A R R I V E D  from all directions as soon as the heard we had captured the Wall.  A hosanna of jubilation filled the air, punctuated by shots as bid paratroopers advanced ever deeper into the old city. Hands reached out to touch the ancient stones. Singing, singing, feels of the Shofar, prayers and the joyous wails of those who had no words. One of the first soldiers to reach the wall caught my eye by revered shoe of his utter quietness and the natural way the bullets around his shoulders transformed themselves into a prayer shawl. I never saw his face and for this I am grateful, before he remains to me a pure symbol of that historic moment.