The Egyptians came towards us, no way
I raised my hands upwards and I started shouting at their faces and I see death that precedes my way "I am a General, I am a General, don't kill me. I want to meet your leader"
I was surprised they stopped shooting fire. Only a single soldier who was ordered again with a sharp voice to stop fire. I walked restricted between them, I didn't manage to stop crying, this day was the most severer, grief and more depressive day on the front line. Their looks were strict and sharp but they didn't do anything. I expected that they would kill me and the others in any moment.
They drove me into the division headquarter that I was ordered to penetrate it. Quietness and the coldness of its leader frightened me. I told him that I own a hotel in my civil life in Tel Aviv, and I explained to him how his plan was perfect and how that the Egyptian soldiers jumped on our tanks and didn't care about anything even death.
He talked to me by calm voice confirmed to me that they respect the decisions of Geneva and I will be treated good in capture and he hinted to some what had happened to the Egyptians in war 1967 and said "we will not deal similarly with you, and you will be treated humanely"
They led me to Cairo and interrogated me again there and the questions were about many matters other than military affairs but extended to social, economic, political life and some of public personalities. I think that one of interrogator is a university psychologist. In the same day, they took me to a place that it seems to be the Television building, when they removed the bandage off my eyes then the broadcaster stating his dialogue with me.
I could not open my eyes because of intensive lights in the studio, then I glanced at faces surrounding me while they were looking at me with pride and curiosity. There had been among people a young man smoking in nervousness gazing at me with sharp gazes then talking with his fellows.
After the end of recording with me for the Television then for Radio Cairo in Hebrew, they conducted me to my prison. They arrange for me upon my demand, along my captivity, a number of tours to the Pyramids, Hilton hotel and meeting some Jews who were still living in Egypt.
During my captivity period I was asking myself whether the rest of my colleagues found their way to a safe place. After my return, I was astonished of the size of our losses although no real figures had been declared till then about these losses.
I am too perplexed, how did that happen to our invincible army, with its long arm and wide experience? how could we find ourselves in this shameful position? how did our army lose the speed of movement and its permanent alertness?
Since my return to Tel Aviv and I feel that they threaten me. Something happened, wide holes appeared in the rule of our life and the disaster, that officials do their best to concealment them instead of searching for the causes and treat them.
There had been who feel the hope in a time, on basis that the facts will appear and mistakes will be handled, and I was one of those till a near time, but now I joined to whom their hopes failed.
