He told of the burntout homes. the barren land. the mass graves. the empty villages. where retreating "supermen" had wreaked a lastditch vengeance against helpless men. women. and children. And they seemed to be listening with us In the synagogue6 million Jewish dead. rising again from the gaping ovens of Buchenwald. the screaming torture racks of the brown house at Munich. the blackened bones of babies still littering the lost places of a civilization gone mad. a hundred concentration camps. a thousand remembered horrors that the world must never forgetthat humanity must never witness again. Listening. we made a sacred vow that the hunted and tormented. the homeless. the oppressed. the refugee would find rest and security at last in Israel. Yet. even as we made this pledge. and bought our bonds. the blood of yesterdays battles still stained the streets of Zion where she strove to guard her precarious existence. with more borders than territory. with no friends around her. and not a day of peace. Her frontiers still bristle with the fear of tomorrows attack or betrayal.