"Saying one Tikkun HaKlali (the General Rectification) is worth everything! One Tikkun HaKlali is worth more than a thousand swords, a thousand arrows, and a thousand bows!" Thus said our teacher, The Rav, Rabbi Eliezer Berland shlit"a (may he live long and good days) in his lesson about two weeks ago. Before you is a wondrous interview conducted on the Breslov Chassidim information line regarding a miracle that saved four soldiers in a tank in the merit of the Tikkun HaKlali.

We want to hear the story of the miraculous rescue of four soldiers in a tank in the merit of the Tikkun HaKlali. With us on the line is a tank driver from Brigade 12, Battalion 184 in the reserves, Yitzchak. Shalom to you:

Shalom and blessings. On Simchas Torah (the holiday celebrating the completion of the Torah cycle), I was abroad. Within a few days, I returned to Israel and enlisted in the reserves the following day. Due to the mass mobilization, there was a shortage of ammunition and equipment; when it arrived, we prepared the tanks and went down for defensive missions in the Gaza envelope (Otef Aza). In this war, I am a tank driver; the driver sits at the very front. It is a Merkava Mark 3 tank, which does not have the "Windbreaker" (Trophy active protection system), and of course, the danger is very great in the event of an anti-tank missile (N"T) hit. It should be noted that this is the oldest tank in the IDF (Tzahal) today. There are forces that entered with the goal of conquering and advancing as quickly as possible. Our goal was to move step-by-step to clear out all the terror nests in Beit Hanoun. The first days of fighting were very confusing; you never know what is permitted and what is forbidden, where it is more dangerous and where less, until you enter the routine of war—clearing houses and destroying targets. At the beginning of the war, someone brought me a Tikkun HaKlali (the General Rectification); I took it and put it in my pocket. Once we entered, I tried to say the Tikkun HaKlali once a day. Compared to other soldiers, as a tank driver, there is more free time. On that particular day, we were in operation but were hiding under tank shelters, and so as a driver, I wasn't very relevant at that moment. So, I took out the Tikkun HaKlali and read it. Just as I finished the last chapter and said the words "Let every soul praise Hashem, Halleluyah," a terrorist emerged in front of us and fired an anti-tank missile. In an open miracle that cannot be explained except through the merit of the Tikkun HaKlali, a hidden hand diverted the missile; it veered off by just a few centimeters from the target. It is important to note that even those who were outside the tank were not harmed in the slightest.