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THE DETROIT JEWISH NEWS

12 Friday, May 21, 1982

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individual needs.

HAIFA — The forests
planted in Israel for decades
by the Jewish National
Fund are in danger of de-
struction from a combina-
tion of air pollution, pests,
and natural processes of de-
gradation.
Landscape ecologists in
the Faculty of Agricultural
Engineering of the
Technion-Israel Institute of
Technology, are research-
ing plants that could better
withstand these forces. The
JNF has established a rec-
reational forest in the lower
Galilee based on the work of
the Technion team.
"The success of the
Jewish National Fund's
Forest Division, in plant-
ing, maintaining and utiliz-
ing these pine forests, even
in the harshest conditions,
has given the mistaken
permission that we can 'fool
nature' by creating closed,
relatively long-lived, prod-
uctive conifer forests like
those in subalpine climates

in Europe," says Prof. Zev
Naveh.
"However, in forests aged
40-50 years, there are
alarming signs of early de-
cline, and the future prod-
uction of even younger
stands is severely
threatened by combined
impacts of air pollution and
pest infestation."

Saudis Re-Staff
Cairo Embassy

NEW YORK — Saudi
Arabia is now running a
full-fledged embassy
Cairo, according to New
week magazine.
The Saudis broke rela-
tions with Egypt following
the signing of the Israeli-
Egypt peace treaty in 1979.
But during the last six
months, the embassy has
been restaffed to pre-Camp
David levels, the magazine
reports. Only the ambas-
sadorial chair remains to be
filled.

YISKOR YOU SHALL REMEMBER

By DR. MAURICE CROLL, M.D.

5742 - Yom Hashoa - 1982 - April 20

Yiskor - is the memorial service
for our departed loved ones.
It is said four times a year,
yet we mourn every day.

Yiskor is really written
into our hearts,
Indelibly branded, deeply,
Into our grieving hearts,
With an external flame
That is never completely
extinguished.

It seems forever that
we mourn,
For the world rekindled
to greater heights;
This burning brand
Upon our war-torn, scarred-up
weary hearts.

And when the Nazis
were beaten,
The onset of propaganda,
the big lie,
"It never happened,"
And the continued repetition
in the face of all these
Millions of mutilated horrors.

More death camps in succession, In Rumania,
Transnistria;
Then the systematic disappearance
of Jews from
The Ukraine, Lithuania, Greece, Holland,
Italy, and even Vichy France.

The 6,000,000 in death
They have come back to us.
Their steadfast, unblemished faith
Has helped to strengthen ours:

The one exception, Raoul Wallenburg,
A Swedish citizen, was able
To save 30,000 Hungarian Jews.

In the death camps — the incinerators
going full blast twenty-four hours a day
The walking dead of skeletal
bodies;
Skin holding together the
bare bones;
Eyes sunken deeply into the orbits,
The look - blunt, numb, unhuman
walking zombies.
Some bodies unable to stand,
dwindled to 70-80 pounds,
Watching each other die,
Their faces drawn into
permanent, utter grief
A holocaust beyond words.

6,000,000 times, and then
6,000,000 more
As they branded
our very souls.
The ignominious, acrid, nauseating
stench
Filled the world's atmosphere
Like a freshly erupting
volcano,
Burning into their nostrils
The bitter, repugnant
odor
Of human flesh, burning!

Children — 1,500,000 — slaughtered,
Torn violently from their families;
Innocents of life.
In them the genes of all
our past and insurance
of our future.
In them flowed the blood of
mighty warriors: the Maccabees,
Of scholars, do c tors, judges, lawyers,
Learned leaders, rabbis, painters,
Musicians, sculptors, tillers of the soil,
Writers, scientists, etc.,
Crushed in abject violence
Even before they had a chance
to breathe.

In far-off lonely fields,
in foreign lands,
in unmarked graves,
naked they stood
At the edges of self-dug trenches;
Male and female together,
Facing the firing squads.
They fell back conveniently
In awkward deathly stance ,
A huddled mass of broken bodies.

Not one hand was raised
in protest
As the world knowingly
looked on.
No voice heard
To stop these inhuman demons
of brutal, man-made,
fearful hate,
Bent on complete extinction
of all the Jews.
Who will ever forget
the death camps
of Auschwitz, Belzec,

Chemlo, Majdanek, Sobibor
and Treblinka?
While at the same time
thousands of Jews
under German rule
were dying of disease,
hunger, malnutrition,
and sporadic violence.

Hitler's hordes planned well
To destroy the present and
the future,
Eradicate the Jews — all of them.

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Humans used as guineci pigs,
Humans used as experimental animals;
Operated on with no anesthetic,
neuterizing male and female.

So that when we pray
in Yiskadal
For those of our own family
We shall, then, in true reverence
Say a second Yiskadal.
_ For, now,
They are truly ours, our family
And they and we
are one;
United in death
To honor, to love, and to
pray for,
As our prayers ascend
to our one God.

P.S. During the Second World War, I was stationed in
Northern Ireland, just outside of Belfast. I was
the Flight Surgeon in the A.T.C. — the original
Air Transport Command. We were one of the
terminals of the Eighth Air Force (B-17s and
B-24s).

I was medically responsible for all personnel
and all airplane crews that used our base. We
had many crashes — too many — for me.

After each crash, it was my duty to put together
the remains (crushed and burned) for a decent
burial by the graves registry.

At times, as we picked up the bodies to put on
the stretcher, an incinerated arm or leg would
fall off.

These were the boys I had played poker with and
went pub crawling the night before in Belfast.
They became my overnight friends.

It was my unpleasant duty to send their burned
wallets and contents, pictures of loved ones,
tufts of baby hair, etc., in a letter to their
families.

Imagine this gruesome duty, then multiply by
6,000,000. This was the Holocaust.

C.

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