There are few among us who can still recall the exploits of the Gibborim, David’s Mighty men. It is already largely forgotten that it Ehanan who killed Goliath, the Giant of Gath, not the upstart Bethlehemite, David. And who today remembers Eleazer, the Son of Dodo, who once wrestled a bear that had stolen his mead? Or Beniah, he who killed a lion in a pit on a snowy day, and attacked and killed Ahmose the Egyptian, who stood seven and one half feet tall? Who among this generation can recite the tale of Bani the Gadite? His name was sung from Dan to Beersheba and rightly so; who else has encountered the satyrs of the desert and survived?
David is remembered but his men languish in obscurity. They fought giants and ghouls. They crossed vast wildernesses seeking danger and treasure and glory. But who remembers them now? The dangers are subdued, the treasure is spent, and their glory has faded.