"Do not think that the staff here at West Point has left the Jewish wars unnoticed," began the general. "We have examined and analyzed them and we do not teach them at West Point," he continued. "According to military strategy and textbook tactics, the Jews should have lost the wars. You should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago, but you were not. You won those wars against all odds and against all military strategies and logic."
"This past year, we hired a new junior instructor. During a private staff meeting and discussion, the Arab-Israeli wars came under discussion. We puzzled at how you won those wars. Suddenly, this junior instructor chirped up and jokingly said, 'Honorable gentlemen, it seems to be quite obvious how they are winning their wars: G-d is winning their wars!' Nobody laughed. The reason is, Soldier, that it seems to be an unwritten rule around here at West Point that G-d is winning your wars, but G-d does not fit into military textbooks! You are dismissed," concluded the general.
I left the general's office. I had never been so humiliated in my life. I felt about two inches tall. "Wouldn't you know it," I said to myself, "that I would have to come to West Point and find out how great my G-d is from a nonpracticing Presbyterian three-star general."
I went back to my dorm room and dug down in my sock drawer to find that "flap of cloth" that I would throw on my head once a year. I said to myself, 'This thing is going on my head,' because I had found out, in essence, who I was and where I came from.
"These words, that 'G-d is fighting your wars,' were said not by a Jew. They weren't uttered by a rabbi. They weren't a quote from the Talmud. They were spoken by a three-star Presbyterian general!
