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…which, since there was no direct air connection, meant finding the first flight out through London. But before we left, Nava phoned again, almost sputtering in fury. She told me that she’d just received a call from Aliza Goren, Rabin’s media spokesperson. “Does Ehud know about th...

…ed. I said: “Yes. P’ve seen him.” Before the transport planes began leaving for Israel, I made another call. It was to Nava. She was asleep. I told her that the operation to free the hostages had succeeded. “But Yoni has been killed.” I could hear her gasp. “Listen,” I said, “yo...

…ver would. Still, I felt it was important she and her husband know that we, too, felt their loss. For years afterwards, Nava and I continued to visit them. 267 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_028115

…re Rabin had been murdered, by a 25-year-old Orthodox Jew and settlement activist named Yigal Amir. Standing there with Nava, I felt even more strongly what I’d told Leah by phone from New York after hearing Yitzhak was dead: his murder would leave a huge hole — in me, in all Isr...

…i Yairi, killed when he’d rushed from his desk in the kiryva to join the Sayeret Matkal attack at the Savoy Hotel. Then Nava and I drove to Jerusalem. At Israel’s national military cemetery on Mount Herzl, we stood before the resting place of Nechemia Cohen, Yoni Netanyahu, Dado,...

…ly because it allowed a far greater latitude in choosing my program of study. Also, the weather. In early August 1973, Nava and I joined my parents and hers on a sunny afternoon in Mishmar Hasharon to celebrate Michal’s third birthday and say goodbye. We were heading to Palo Alt...

…had been going on back home, but was more focused on preparing my speech for the Yad Vashem event. “Ehud, “hud!” It was Nava, her voice barely understandable through the sobs. “Rabin has been shot!” 278 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_011749

…riend struck down beside me, who I’d cradled in my arms on the top of my tank, trying to stop the bleeding. “Oh Ehud,” Nava said. “It’s like 1967 all over again.” “No,” I said. “Worse. Much worse.” A few weeks later, | was coming out of the kirya when I ran into another friend,...

…am of SEALs near the Coral Beach. It was a little before six in the morning when I got home. I was careful not to wake Nava. I’d changed out of my slacks and flats and surrendered my wig on the missile boat. But I didn’t have the energy to deal with my makeup. The next thing I r...

…d prove possible. I was not nervous as we crossed the Atlantic, though even those who knew me best assumed I would be. Nava had sent me off with a list of dietary instructions, almost like a surgeon general’s warning that Camp David might prove hazardous to my health. But I felt...

… But it seemed clear it was going to be a very close election. I had worried for some time we might lose. That was why Nava and I had persuaded Michal, our eldest daughter, to bring forward her wedding. She was marrying her teenage boyfriend, a wonderful young man named Ziv Lote...

…cally alter the course of my life as well. I still remember the moment it hit home, on the evening of May 17, 1977. As Nava and I watched in our tiny living room in Ramat Hasharon, Chaim Yavin, the anchorman on the country’s only TV channel, was handed an exit poll from Israel’s...

…greement,” he said. I told him what I was telling other ministers, what I’d told reporters and, in fact what I had told Nava. “The odds are fifty-fifty.” The reporters took this as coy, or deliberately deceptive. So I added that it was not because I knew something they didn’t. “I...

…you when I get to New York.” “Major” would turn out to be, if anything, an understatement. Yet all I knew, as I kissed Nava and Michal goodbye and got a cab to San Francisco airport, was that Israel was again at war. By the time I joined the swarm of Israelis around the El Al de...

…riend struck down beside me, who I’d cradled in my arms on the top of my tank, trying to stop the bleeding. “Oh Ehud,” Nava said. “It’s like 1967 all over again.” “No,” I said. “Worse. Much worse.” A few weeks later, | was coming out of the kirya when I ran into another friend,...