We had to answer to the fire and we chose the light. Our battalions were ready to fight but at the same time we had to liberate the Old City before any ceasefire and we had to do this without armor. We used only paratroopers to avoid any damage to the Old City. This was another proof of our strategic respect. Because our faith forced our moves. Nobody had planned the total liberation. It happened with time. Time was with us and it was sufficient to make the difference. Our enemies made their own destruction after the double failure of their attack against us. We didn’t have any alternative. Our defeat would have meant our annihilation. But this was impossible because we made the promise: never again. So the light had to be again in the Old City as it was in the past. Nobody could believe that it was possible and our victory looked like a miracle. But the miracle was made by our faith. The Book had to continue living. The memory of the future had to live. And we did it.