In these dark days when our very own Prime Minister is waging a personal rearguard battle on the fields of Washington, when President Nixon is full of reproach and his Secretary, of State feigns anger, when Commander Sadat still won't decide on the meaning of "year of decision," we should stop for a moment to acknowledge that we have more luck in having Golda than in anything else. Just two and a half years ago the leadership of her splintered party rescued her from oblivion as a compromise, and the whole country—including this writer—cried out against the misfortune wrought from above.