 I lived with a family where the mother was from Poland, the father was from Lithuania. They'd both been in concentration camps, had tattoos on their arms. There was a boy that was about my age, and he knew what he was going to do. He was going to go and work for his country, fight for his country. He was then killed in the Yom Kippur War. He would ask me what I was going to do when I went back home. I said,