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Lieutenant Colonel (reserves) Shaul
ZivLieutenant
Colonel (reserves) Shaul Ziv, then aged 17, a soldier in Platoon 5 and later the
commander of Sea Commando Unit 13, admitted that the events of Ras Sudar
disturbed him for years. Ziv has refused, up to now, to speak of his memories of
that campaign.
Ziv: "All in all, we were in a
pretty good mood by the time we camped at Ras Sudar. The guys confiscated many
booty vehicles from the Egyptian oil company and played around, driving
wildly.
The fact that we did not confront any Egyptian
commando unit, anyone willing to battle us, was a relief on one hand, but on the
other hand, the tension, the anxiety of those who were living war for the first
time, had not been vented by actual fighting. I remember that my unit settled on
both sides of the road, when suddenly a
truck loaded with people appeared from a bend on the road. At first no one paid
any attention to them.
In fact, when I think about it today, if they
had continued driving towards us without making a provocation, they would have
passed us without our noticing them. But, apparently, they were frightened. They
did not expect to find us in the middle of Sinai. One of them fired, out of
hysteria, a few aimless bullets. Even before the truck came into our range of
fire, it was obvious that we had to eliminate it. Whoever fires, as far as we
are concerned, is the enemy from any aspect.
The truck, I remember as though it were today,
was open in the back, was hit in the driver's compartment by my rifle-fired
anti-tank grenade, swung to the side of the road and halted. The people who were
hanging on it, holding on to the doors or sitting on the hood, flew several
meters in the air and were thrown onto the sand. My hit was right on target, and
one minute later it was quiet. I looked at the truck and at the people in
it.
They were stunned. They did not move. Already
then I could see that they were Fedayin [Palestinian guerillas]. Possibly there
were also Egyptian soldiers there but not in uniform. In any event, it was
certainly not an organized Egyptian army unit.
I turned back to dismantle the grenade rifle
and all at once I saw our unit assaulting them. It was a mad scene. Biro gave
the order, and each person caught the gun closest to him and fired. It was a
huge round of fire that shook the desert. I did not shoot, I only stood there
and watched the truck and our guys, and did not grasp what was going on, why
they were doing that. For me everything ended when my anti-tank grenade blew
away the head of the truck driver. The cruel attack afterwards seemed totally
uncalled for.
The people in the truck simply remained
standing and they absorbed hundreds of our bullets without responding, without
moving." Biro, the commander, does not
deny the order given to attack the truck. He does not now even deny that the
shooting was one-sided, but it is difficult to win over the impression that this
changes the picture as far as he is concerned. He simply does not understand
even now how they managed to load so many people in one truck.
"I have developed a feeling of keeping the
finger on the trigger," Biro said, "when I shot someone and he is hit, I feel it
in my hand, between the fingers. But that time a strange thing happened. As soon
as I gave the order to fire, I myself started shooting from a Carl Gustav rifle
I had taken as booty at the Mitla. I started emptying clips into the people on
the truck and for some reason I felt as though I hit a person with each bullet I
fired, but still, they remained standing as though the bullets had gone in one
side and left through the other without leaving holes in their stomachs. I was
stunned. That was a big mystery to me.
Only later, when I shouted to halt fire and
went over to the truck, I understood what had happened. The truck was so crowded
that the people inside did not have room to fall. Those who died, died standing
up." Shaul Ziv claims that the affair
of the truck at Ras Sudar did not end there. In fact, it did not even really
begin.
Ziv: "Sometimes, in the kibbutz,
you can see a wagon loaded with cans of milk being dragged from the barn, after
the day's milking, and if a can
overturns and spills, the whole wagon begins to drip from all sides, within
seconds. I remembered that when I stood
there, next to the Fedayin truck after the attack. It was simply
horrifying.
Blood ran from every crevice in the truck in
huge amounts. When the back door was opened, the bodies tumbled out one on top
of the other, all at once. I estimate that there were 40-50 people there. It was
difficult to count in the mess of flesh that formed there. They fell on each
other, at the side of the road, next to the truck. All or most of them were
dressed in white jellabas, which were not so white by then. I saw enough
shocking scenes when I commanded the naval commando, but this was especially
terrible.
Even if I had seen worse things in my lifetime,
that case was especially enraging because I could not bear the thought that we
shot people without a battle.
What was more terrible was that after we
removed the dead bodies from the truck we found that there were about 20 people
still living. Most of them were bleeding. One had a hole in the arm, another in
the jaw but they were alive. I have no idea how they survived after that barrage
of fire. Perhaps it was due to the huge mass of people in the truck who, with
their bodies absorbing one bullet after
another, shielded those who managed to push back into the
center.
I don't know. In any case, I remember clearly
that when the truck was emptied of the bodies, our guys tied the hands of those
who were still alive. At that time I did not know what was going to be done with
them and I was already concerned with entirely different matters. I think that I
received an order to move to Sharm
al-Sheikh and was hurrying to get my gear in order. Suddenly I saw our storage
manager, H., who was never considered to be a big hero, and K., Biro's deputy,
running towards the truck, climbing into the driver's compartment and starting
to fire barrages inside. I froze. They did not stop for a second, they did not
take a rest to change clips in their guns.
They fired and fired and fired until their arms
got tired. I do not remember whether any other guy joined them in that
massacre, but I clearly remember the
two of them standing in the driver's compartment and pounding the 20 prisoners
tied in the truck.
A bullet didn't hit one of the prisoners right,
it went directly into the main artery in the neck and a fountain of blood spewed
on their clothes, drenching them. I
thought that it would never end. " K. and H. were personal protégés of the commander, Biro.
Everyone knew that he liked them, that he had raised them, and that they had
returned his favor on the battleground. In any event, that was all that what
Biro wanted from them.
"I never forced soldiers to use a knife when
they could use guns," Biro explained, "but killing with a knife was always my
hobby. I am good at that. What someone else does not do in a day with a hundred
clips and 1,000 bullets I did at night with one commando knife. K., a golden boy
would sometimes go out with me at night to help me with the holy work with the
knife. I turned H., whom no one expected to amount so much because he was just a
chicken storage manager who was even afraid to parachute, into a real killer(3)
in that campaign.
I made a soldier out of him. Whether K., H. and
others dealt with the Fedayin who were captured at Ras Sudar is not important,
since no one is going to establish an inquiry committee against the shooters.
But if you are talking about facts, then there were exactly 56 men in the truck
when they ran into us. Only six, not 20, remained alive after the barrage of
fire. And yes, they too, as the rest of the men in the truck, went to sleep
after that."
On November 4, 1956, the paratroopers arrived
at Al-Tur, after a lengthy drive from Ras Sudar. Only on the following
evening, on the sixth day of the
campaign, they began to move in a convoy south to Sharm al-Sheikh, to end the
war. There is a huge controversy about what happened along those last 15
kilometers that separated them from Sharm al-Sheikh. Some people are prepared to
swear that soldiers in Raful's unit gave the Egyptians a lesson in looting,
taking booty and mass killing, all in broad daylight.
In contrast to former isolated events, such as
the affairs at Mitla or at Ras Sudar, which were then erased from the battle
history books, the journey of Battalion 890 to Sharm al-Sheikh forced the
Israeli army to construct a firm alibi for itself and even issue its own
version. The reason was simple. The road leading to Sharm al-Sheikh was so
strewn with dozens of dead bodies, one next to the other, sometimes even on top
of each other, all of them were bodies of Egyptian or Sudanese soldiers who were
killed without battle and then stripped of their possessions. It was a genuine
slaughterhouse. Besides, the
paratroopers' conspiracy of silence was broken. The shocking scenes were seen by
the soldiers of the 9th Division who arrived to the area at about the same time
and they did not have to try hard to understand what had taken place.
The Israeli army version, as found in its
various publications on the war, stated, "On its way to Sharm al-Sheikh, the
Paratroopers' Unit confronted an Egyptian division, a small part of which began
a battle with our troops and was eliminated in the course of exchange of fire.
Most of the Egyptians were then taken prisoners and held until transferred to
Israeli territory. If personal booty was taken, it was confiscated and
burnt."
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