Finally, a Star of David for Jewish Heroes
Every grave marker we could correct would be an act of justice and a teaching opportunity. And, of course, a chesed shel emet.
Every grave marker we could correct would be an act of justice and a teaching opportunity. And, of course, a chesed shel emet.
Every kid wonders what it would be like to fly. Yonatan (Yoni) Goldstein didn’t leave it to his imagination; he took his dream to the sky. “I believe it’s my calling,” he says. “It’s something I just knew I had to do,” says the twenty-five-year-old US Air Force pilot. With every military mission, Lieutenant Goldstein […]
Navy Lieutenant Ben Kempner, thirty-two, wrestles with being a yarmulke-wearing, kosher-eating anomaly at work and a uniformed attraction sporting a crew cut in his Jewish community. Fearlessly jumping from combat-training planes in the middle of Fort Benning, Georgia, Lieutenant Kempner will admit that he’s not your typical frum physician. A graduate of Maimonides School in […]
In 1967, at the height of the Vietnam War, Chaplain (Colonel) Sanford Dresin, having just received semichah from Yeshivas Chasam Sofer in Brooklyn, New York, became an Army chaplain. After serving two years on a United States Army base in Fort Meade, Maryland, he knew that if he remained on active duty, the next stop […]
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,