In 1968, a battle happened on the Jordanian soil between the Jordanian army and Fatah and the Israeli army. I never knew all the details of the Battle of Karameh although my grandfather was one of the soldiers who fought in the Battle of Karameh to defend our country Jordan. I knew a few details about what happened in the Battle of Karameh from school and some documentary movies, but I thought I should know more because it’s a historical event that happened with my grandfather. However, my grandfather never told me his story when he fought in the Battle of Karameh. I believe the reason behind my grandfather never telling me about his story is that I had never asked him about it. I was afraid that if I asked him he will remember memories he
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In the early mornings of the 21st of March 1968, my grandfather was on duty at Wadi Shaeb, him and his friend were talking and his friend noticed a tank coming towards them. My grandfather’s friend asked my grandfather if the tank was one of the Jordanian tanks. Before finishing this part my grandfather stopped talking for seconds and then said in a genteelly low voice “may god forgive your soul my friend”. Then I told my grandfather to continue the story if he feels comfortable telling it. He lighted his cigarette up and continued talking by saying “I saw the tank coming towards us, and I noticed that the color of the tank wasn’t the same color as the Jordanian tanks. I looked to the other side and saw to Jordanian military trucks were heading to the road that the israelian tanks where at without knowing that the tanks were there. Neither the israelian tanks or the Jordanian military trucks saw each other. We couldn’t warn who were driving the trucks because the radios wouldn’t work. As soon as the Israeli tank saw our trucks it attacked it and destroyed the first truck they saw.” My grandfather stopped talking because he felt thirsty. He went to get a glass of water and I was waiting for him impatiently to hear the rest of the story. When my grandfather came back I told him “please continue the story for me, I want to know what happened
In the early mornings of the 21st of March 1968, my grandfather was on duty at Wadi Shaeb, him and his friend were talking and his friend noticed a tank coming towards them. My grandfather’s friend asked my grandfather if the tank was one of the Jordanian tanks. Before finishing this part my grandfather stopped talking for seconds and then said in a genteelly low voice “may god forgive your soul my friend”. Then I told my grandfather to continue the story if he feels comfortable telling it. He lighted his cigarette up and continued talking by saying “I saw the tank coming towards us, and I noticed that the color of the tank wasn’t the same color as the Jordanian tanks. I looked to the other side and saw to Jordanian military trucks were heading to the road that the israelian tanks where at without knowing that the tanks were there. Neither the israelian tanks or the Jordanian military trucks saw each other. We couldn’t warn who were driving the trucks because the radios wouldn’t work. As soon as the Israeli tank saw our trucks it attacked it and destroyed the first truck they saw.” My grandfather stopped talking because he felt thirsty. He went to get a glass of water and I was waiting for him impatiently to hear the rest of the story. When my grandfather came back I told him “please continue the story for me, I want to know what happened