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generals had begun to regard ha-Hamtana—the waiting period—as a mixed bless-
ing, permitting the Egyptians to dig in but in increasingly forward lines which,
once penetrated, would leave much of Sinai defenseless. A large portion of Egypt’s
air force had also been advanced eastward, to well within range of Israeli jets.
The IDF, meanwhile, had used the time to perfect its offensive strategies, to
train and position its men. The willy-nilly transfer of troops that Gen. Sharon
had complained about was over. “The army was bolted and locked,” recalled
Shlomo Merom, a senior intelligence officer. “We had only to pull the trigger.”
Politically, also, the situation in Israel had stabilized. The enervating wheel-
ing and dealing of the previous weeks was past, having produced a National
Unity Government including the major opposition parties. This held its first
meeting on Thursday night, June 1. Menachem Begin, now minister without
portfolio, delivered a characteristically purplish peroration on the destiny of
the Jewish nation and the harsh trials awaiting it, to which Eshkol responded,
“Amen. Amen.”
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Then, in its first concrete act, the Cabinet decided on a joint
session of the general staff and the Ministerial Defense Committee, to be held
at 9:25
A.M. the following morning, in the Pit.
These transformations were the result of many factors—public pressure,
improved logistics, the strangely calming realization that Israel indeed stood
alone. None was so pivotal, however, as the ascendance of one individual, the
new defense minister, Moshe Dayan.
“It is rather like arguing with an Irishman,” wrote Michael Hadow of his
many conversations with Dayan. “He enjoys knocking down ideas just for the
sake of argument and one will find him arguing in completely opposite direc-
tions on consecutive days.” Indeed, Dayan was a classic man of contradictions:
famed as a warrior, he professed deep respect for the Arabs, including those
who attacked his village, Nahalal, in the early 1930s, and who once beat him
and left him for dead. A poet, a writer of children’s stories, he admitted pub-
licly that he regretted having children, and was a renowned philanderer as well.
A lover of the land who made a hobby of plundering it, he had amassed a huge
personal collection of antiquities. A stickler for military discipline, he was prone
to show contempt for the law. As one former classmate remembered, “He was
a liar, a braggart, a schemer, and a prima donna—and in spite of that, the object
of deep admiration.”
Equally contrasting were the opinions about him. Devotees such as Meir
Amit found him “original, daring, substantive, focused,” a commander who
“radiated authority and leadership [with] . . . outstanding instincts that always
hit the mark.” But many others, among them Gideon Rafael, saw another side
of him: “Rocking the boat is his favorite tactic, not to overturn it, but to sway it
sufficiently for the helmsman to lose his grip or for some of its unwanted pas-
sengers to fall overboard.” In private, Eshkol referred to Dayan as Abu Jildi, a
scurrilous one-eyed Arab bandit.
But whether fans or detractors, no one could impugn the richness of his
experience. It began with his service under Britain’s legendary guerrilla leader,