Personal account of terror attack in Jerusalem

Sorry I haven't blogged in a number of weeks. I've been enjoying my time off from the army. Since I have time to relax and I'm always around a computer I am not pressured to get a blog post up. Usually I end up waiting until the last minute to get a blog post up before I need to get back to base for a few weeks. I would typically post my blog at about 2 or 3AM and catch a few hours of sleep before waking up at around 6 to head back to base. Since I don't have that pressure I have just been constantly pushing off writing another blog post. I would appologize for my laziness but I'm not at all one bit sorry. After practically finishing up with my army service (I am on vacation until I get discharged) I needed time to wind down and I haven't been in the mood to blog regularly. Additionally, there hasn't really been anything interesting enough to devote a blog post... until now.

Without getting into too much details here are some things that have been going on with my free time.

The week following the last week of training was a nice relaxing week that our entire battalion spent in what can be described as an army resort. It was a relaxing week that we spent together and hung out. These opportunities are donated by large organizations to provide combat soldiers with a nice vacation during our intense and stressful service. It provides us with a time to relax and enjoy ourselves outside the confines of the army structure. We had a sports day and there were a number o comedy acts in the evenings. For the most p

art I spent the week just relaxing and hanging out with friends.

At the end of that week I met my sister at the airport - she is here for the next 5 months. I helped drag all the bags to a relatives house where we spent shabbat and then to Jerusalem where she will be living.

Headed back to my kibbutz and took a nice day hike in the area. The community in the picture below is my kibbutz. More pictures from the hike here.

Celebrated purim in Jerusalem. It was great to see people walking around in costumes for a number of days.

My account of the terrorist attack in Jerusalem:

Yesterday afternoon I was in Jerusalem and on my way to the central bus station to catch a bus to Rehovot for a cousins bar mitzvah party. As I was on the bus about 10 minutes away from the central bus station I saw an ambulance fly by our bus, and then a second one. At that moment I didn't think anything of it as that can be a frequent occurrance in Jerusalem. A few seconds later came more sirens - ambulances, motorcylces, police, all sorts of other emergency vehicles with sirens flew by our bus within a matter of one minute. At that moment the bus driver turned up the radio and everyone was listening attentively. I didn't pick up everything that was said as it was in Hebrew, but I heard enough "bus bombing on Binyanei Ha'umah". Binyanei Ha'umah is the street across from the central bus station where all the inner city busses stop - exactly where I was going. I picked up my phone and called my mom in Toronto to say we were okay, and then started calling other people as well to ask if they were okay. It was extremely difficult to make calls because the network was working overload as everyone was doing the same thing - calling everyone they know at the same time. A few minutes later I got off the bus with my sister and started walking as traffic wasn't moving. I made my way to the scene and all I could really see was a broken bus window. The bus was blocking my view of most of the scene. My initial thought was that for a bus bombing it did not look that bad - but then again I had no information as to the number of casualties and I had arrived about 20 minutes after the explosion so the injured had for sure already been evacuated. I later heard of reports that the bomb was not on the bus itself, but ouside which explained why I did not see much damage.

We heard reports that the entrance to the city was closed and that we might not be able to get out of the city. We were contemplating heading back into the city. We then suddently saw a team of paramedics sprint down the street to their ambulance and drive to a different location. A number of other vehicles followed. Another attack? Shortly after we heard rumours of a shooting nearby (in the end it was just rumours and nothing had transpired). We decided to go to bus station in the hopes that the busses were still running, which they were. Very quickly it seemed as life was returning back to normal.

The good, the bad, the muddy, and...

We got back to base, quickly had lunch and then immediately went to the field. It was pouring rain and we had to prepare the tanks for the company exercise. During the afternoon it was decided to delay the start of the exercise from the middle of the night to the next morning. Before we headed back to base we aligned the tanks so they would be in position for the start of the exercise. On the way we managed to get ourselves stuck really deep in the mud. Since the mud was wet from a full day of rain the tank sunk to the depth of about one meter all the way around the tank. We had to get out of the tank and connect the towing cables to another tank. Instead of being able to lift the cable, the force of the cable pushed me further into the mud - up to the knees. We managed to get ourselves out of the mud, but my boots were full of mud and water. At least we were heading right back to base where I could put my boots right next to the heater to dry for the night. Right before the bus was about to leave I heard someone yell my name. Get off the bus they said, your staying the night to guard.What followed was a long series of swear words and phrases that lasted throughout the night. It continued to rain but I don't think I got any wetter. Everything was already full of mud and we needed a place to sleep. Our options: muddy tanks, muddy regular APCs (armored personnel carriers) or new APCs (called the Namer which only the Golani brigade have) which were also full of mud. The Namer is a lot more spacious and comfortable (in theory). One of its cool features is that its back door opens like what you would expect a UFO to do in the movies. In short, I had a horrible wet and muddy sleep if you could call what I did sleep.

My commander and I lifting one of the towing cables. Take note of my left leg.

The next day the exercise started. My tank did not have a job until the end of the exercise so at the beginning I was sitting behind the action just watching. After we finished with doing nothing we started driving to catch up to everyone else. Since my tank was behind the action at the beginning of the exercise I was able to take an awesome video, which unfortunately cannot be posted. After we started catching up to everyone suddenly my commander pointed behind us with a shocked look on his face. I had no idea what he was pointing at until he said 'cow'. Holy crap! I spotted the cow which was lying down hidden in the grass less than half a meter from where our tank passed. Then I saw that the APC that was driving behind us was heading right for the cow. I start waving my hands indicating to him to turn left. He didn't see me but he did turn enough to just miss the cow. Stupid lazy cow.

About halfway to our destination we ran into transmission problems and were forced to stop. That was the end of the exercise for us. Now, all we could do was wait for the exercise to finish and wait for the mechanic to come and check out what was wrong. I was really bummed out because we didn't do anything. We didn't even fire a single bullet! In addition to that when I was in training and we had our company exercise the exact same thing happened to my tank. After waiting a few hours, the mechanic came and decided that there wasn't anything wrong with it and we were free to drive. We were then told to head back to where we started the exercise because we had to rescue a tank in my platoon, tank #3, who was stuck in the mud. How did he get stuck in the mud? It was called back in order to rescue the other tank in the platoon, #3A who was stuck in the mud. We had passed 3A less than 2km into the exercise and as we passed them we had a good laugh at their expense, waved to them and continued on our way. As tank 3 was trying to pull 3A out of the mud it dug itself quite deep in the mud suck that the mud had reached the bottom belly of the tank and caused enough friction such that the treads couldn't do their work to pull out the other tank. While attempting to get into a different position tank 3 got stuck in the mud as well. So here we come, tank 3B to the rescue...
... or not. As you can see we also got stuck in the mud right as we were pulling in to position ourselves to rescue the other tank. So there we were, our entire platoon of tanks stuck in the mud one next to another. So the only thing we were left to do was to wait until the next day. In the morning a bunch of high ranking people came to take a look at our situation. They seemed to be somewhat surprised and maybe to some level impressed at how bad our situation looked. Two of the tanks 3A and us, 3B were in such bad shape that it appeared that we had intentionally tried to get stuck because we did such a good job at it. They told us that in the afternoon either 2 bulldozers would come or one bulldozer and a rescue tank. Yes, I said rescue tank. A few hours later a hummer came to pick up a few people to take them back to base and they gave us some leftover food - not good kind of leftovers; it was leftover battle rations. At about 4PM a bulldozer and the rescue tank arrived to start working. First, the bulldozer was able to pull out tank 3 without any problems. Next, it had trouble with 3A but eventually it managed to pull it out of the mud as well.

Bulldozer rescuing a tank

Last but not least, they had to bring in the rescue tank to help pull 3B out of the mud. The way it worked was that a massive cable was attached to the disabled tank and the rescue tank reeled in the cable (think of the disabled tank as a fish and the rescue tank being the one pulling in the fish). Now in order for this to work, the rescue tank had to be attached to some form of anchor. Thats where the bulldozer comes into play. It was connected to the other end of the rescue tank so that as it was attempting to pull on 3B the rescue tank would be able to pull on the disabled tank as opposed to the other way around. After a lot of work, we were finally out of the mud.

Rescue tank

We drove to where we started the exercise and I was finally headed back to base - it was about 9PM and I hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime (not that I had much to eat for that meal). (In relation to the blog title, the blog up until now has mostly referred to the muddy and half of the bad). The officer that gave me and one other person a lift back to base asked us if we wanted to stop off in the city to grab a bite to eat. YES YES YES YES YES!!!! We stopped off at a schnitzel place and everyone is staring at me because I looked like I had just gone through the last few days as described above. I was soooooo hungry and the food was soooooooooo good. (We ordered the same thing for lunch the next day and it did not taste nearly as good). When we got back to base, I finally had a chance to shower and clean all my muddy equipment.

The next day it was back to where we were in order to clean the tanks. In the afternoon my platoon commander told me that I was getting a perk for lone soldiers and that I should get my stuff ready to leave. (Referencing the blog title, this is the good part). Awesome. Just like at the beginning of the week when at the last minute I got royally screwed into staying in the field to guard while muddy and soaked to the bone, it can also happen just the opposite. Suddenly out of nowhere you have a gift coming your way. (more often than not you should be expecting the first case scenario as opposed to getting gifts). My commander couldn't elaborate and he didn't know where they were taking me or what I was going to be doing. Soon after, someone came to pick me up in a car and said that I was going on a helicopter ride. WHAT!?!?!?!?!?! He then tried to explain that to me in english as if I didn't understand. I said that I understood what he said, but I was in shock! They took myself and 3 other lone soldiers on a 10 minute helicopter ride (unfortunately it was not an army helicopter) around the north of Israel. The experience was a donation made to the battalion for lone soldiers. Here are some pictures below. It was an awesome experience, and I was in shock the entire time - I simply couldn't fathom that just an hour earlier I was going about my business as usual cleaning my tank not even thinking about helicopters, yet alone anything else aside from cleaning my tank.

Well, the blog title is 'the good, the bad, the muddy, and...' and I think everyone knows what the next part is. I want to point out that I wanted to split this up into 2 blog posts, with the second one being titled '...the ugly', however that would ruin the effect because people would read the second blog post before this one due to chronological order. You would end up reading the punch line before the story leading up to it. I realize that this is already a large blog post but hang in there, I guarantee you that its worth the read. I know what your thinking - the bad and muddy parts of the blog could be considered ugly and I would have agreed with you until I experienced 'the ugly'.

On Friday, the day after the helicopter ride we were in the field again setting up for the battalion exercise (32 tanks and a whole bunch of other vehicles). The regiment commander came to speak to our company. He made a point of finding out who was part of the platoon that was stuck in the mud during the company exercise. It seems like we have become famous or infamous. From what I have heard, not too many people have had the opportunity to see a rescue tank in action. Around lunch time, the company headed back to the base for shabbat and my platoon was stuck in the field to do guard duty. This was partially good and bad. The bad part was that I was stuck in the field for at least 3 nights (including shabbat) because of the battalion exercise that was to start in the middle of the night on sunday/monday. To make it worse, the forecast was calling for rain. The good part was that it was our entire platoon guarding so there was less guard duty.

The forecast was correct and it did rain a lot. Luckily I had guard duty shifts where there was not too much rain. Due to the crappy weather, and the poor lighting there wasn't much to do for the weekend. In addition to that the tent was leaking right where my bed was, so I curled up the entire time under the sleeping bag to keep warm and dry. After Friday night dinner (8PM) until Sunday morning I managed to sleep 22 hours. The only reason I didn't sleep more was because of guard duty. 92% of that time frame was spent either sleeping or guarding.

Sunday we started getting ready for the battalion exercise which was to begin at 3AM. All the commanders went off to do a dry run of the exercise during the day, so once our tank was ready we had the entire day and night to do nothing until the start of the exercise. My commander had left the company the previous week because he was going to officers training school so they decided to screw us (his crew) over. The third tank in my platoon is a tank designated for an artillery officer, so that tank acts independently during the exercise. They decided to switch that tank crew with mine because we didn't have our regular commander and they wanted to give the second commander more experience as being part of the platoon. So this artillery officer guy - he doesn't take the place of our tank commander. We were given a tank commander and the artillery officer is an additional person in the tank, making us 5. So with 5 people in the tank, my job changes a bit and I am given the title ta'an baytzeem (which translates to balls loader). So this 5th person in the tank stands on my chair with his head out of the tank. Since he takes up my space, I am stuck inside the tank (here comes the punchline) staring at his balls (hence the balls loader). There is no place for me to move and I am stuck standing with my face being 30 centimeters away from this guy's crotch for the better part of 12 hours. Aside from the balls staring I did absolutely nothing during the exercise. Not only did the tank not fire a single bullet, but I didn't even load the guns. And to think that I signed more time in the army in order to participate in the battalion exercise.

My job as ta'an baytzim. Two notes on the picture: 1 - this is not the natural posture - I am posing for the camera. If I were to stand naturally I would be staring directly at his balls. 2 - the picture does not give the best angle, yet I am much closer than it seems to his crotch.

Once we reached the end of the exercise and had already parked the tanks we had a chance to regroup, eat a bit, refuel, etc. I had finished talking with some friends and as I was passing by the deputy company commander he said to go put on our gas masks as they had raised the threat level. I got on the tank and as I was picking up the pouch that had in it my gas mask I already see I'm in big trouble as there is a massive cloud of white smoke about 5 meters away from me. As it seems one of the officers had thrown tear gas 10 meters away from my tanks and I was downwind from it. Well I jumped from the tank and started running, but I ended up taking in a gulp of it and I also had my eyes open because I had to look as I was getting off of the tank. The tear gas stung like hell - my eyes and lungs. I ran over to where the medics had set up a little infirmary and they took care of me. After a few minutes the stinging died down and I was back to normal.

I signed more time in the army because I wanted to participate in the company and battalion exercises. Call me crazy, but I suppose I had the silly expectation that in these exercises my tank would actually do something and not just be a waste of fuel and kilometers. These past 2 weeks my tank didn't fire a single bullet. All other tanks averaged about 2000 bullets from the MAG alone. I didn't expect to be stuck with the worst job of staring at an officers balls for an entire exercise. When I found out about it I tried to talk my way out of it. Apparently the sentence "I didn't sign an extra 2 months in the army in order to stare at the balls of an artillery officer" isn't a good enough reason. On the other hand I got to ride in a helicopter and at the end of the day it was funny as hell when we were all stuck in the mud. I didn't expect these 2 weeks to go by the way they did, but then again you can't really expect anything from the army to go one way or another.

On Thursday I finished! I no longer was part of a tank crew and I wasn't attached to any tank. I gave back all my equipment and even my gun! It felt really weird to give back my gun for good. It still hasn't sunk in that I'm actually done! On Sunday I go back to the army, but its for fun. We have a week where they take us to what is like a soldiers resort where there is good food, and fun stuff to do. After that I have until my discharge date, April 14th to do whatever I want! I don't know what my plans will be but I have free transportation until I get discharged so I will try to make good use of it to tour far away places. Not to worry, the blogging will continue.

Blog post 100!

Firstly, congratulations to me on my 100th blog post at kaldorskorner! Thank you to my loyal readers, and I apologize for not having this blog post up in timely manner.

After getting off base 3 weekends in a row, staying on base for 2 weeks felt like forever. It didn't help that the work that I was doing made the time go by even slower. We started off the week with a little trip around the golan heights. They took us to outposts on the border with Syria to show us where everything is situated and where all the Israeli forces are supposed to be in the event of an emergency. They told some stories about the Yom Kippur War in 1973 where my brigade played a critical role in defending the golan. The cool part about it was that as they were explaining the battle, we could see exactly where the battles took place. Once back at the base, I spent most of my time working in the kitchen, guarding and pitching a bunch of tents and arranging things to build us a 'base' in the field. One thing that I did that was supposed to be interesting was a tank simulator. They hooked the tank up to something like a virtual reality computer, gave the commander some cool goggles and ran us through a simulator. The driver got to sit in front of a computer and drive with a joystick, the commander as I said had his cool goggles and the gunner sat in his chair in the tank and was able to see what was going on through his eyepiece. I got nothing. They ran us through the simulator and everyone knew what was going on except for me. They gave us a practice shell to load every time the gunner had to shoot from the cannon, but I managed to avoid the actual work by just throwing the switch indicating that the cannon was in fact loaded. Things got a bit complicated when they told me to fire from the mortar launcher. I wasn't exactly sure what to do to fire it because they had some sensors hooked up to it, so I asked if I had to aim it or what exactly I had to do. They said 'just push the button'. Ah, so I pushed the button and continued doing what I was doing before, which was sitting on my chair in the tank and reading the news on my phone. Whenever I had to load the cannon I would lean forward a bit and throw the switch. This entire simulation lasted about 2 hours, and it was boredom to the extreme. After it ended they had recorded everything and played parts back for us to discuss what we did and how to improve. The simulator is primarily geared for the commander and the gunner and was able to identify things that could have been done better. It was really cool to see the simulator work after the fact when they showed us the video, however it was unfortunate that I didn't get to enjoy any part of it.

It was nice to have finished the very boring week, and I had a relaxing shabbat on base where I caught up on sleep and also went out for a 5km run since the weather was perfect after a week of rain, fog and of course, mud. After shabbat ended they told my crew that we were heading to the field to guard for the night. Aside from the fact that in the field there was a lot of rain and mud and a leaky tent that conveniently dripped water all night on my backpack I managed to get another long night sleep because there was nothing to do and no reason to stay awake. There was another tank company there as well guarding their tanks which were right next to our tanks so the 2 hours of guard duty flew by since I had someone that I had never met before guarding with me and we were able to pass the time quite quickly.

This week we learned and practiced how to capture an area that is intended to hold Syrian forced. We did this using both tanks and infantry soldiers. The most interesting part of the exercise was that we had to drive over a rampart which was fairly steep and at a height of about 5 meters. Video below.

After the few days of exercises we drove the tanks to a different area, so I was able to take a nice scenic drive through part of the golan. Its like taking a nice drive by jeep or ATV except its infinitely more awesome because its a tank! While I was moving the tank to a new area, everyone else was taking apart the camp that we had built in order to move it all to the new site. I was extremely happy that I didn't have to participate in the packing up of everything.

Once we got to our destination it was starting to get dark and we were staying the night. We pitched a tent and headed to sleep. It was a really ugly night because it was going to rain. By the time I woke up to guard for an hour at 4AM it had already rained a lot and it looked like it wasn't finished. I was standing literally inside a cloud and I was scared that any minute the sky would open up on me and I would get completely drenched from head to toe. I was guarding the 4 tanks that we had come with and I could barely see all 4 of them even though they were parked one next to another because of the fog. I spent the hour being very antsy and staring at my watch hoping that my shift would end before the rain started. It was a very stressful hour, but I managed to luck out and it didn't rain on me during my shift. In the morning it started to pour - to the point that i had to walk backwards when I was walking into the wind. They drove us to the new camp site where we started to built it all over again - this time in the rain. We were supposed to start our weekly cleaning of the tanks, but it continued to pour throughout the afternoon so we spent a few hours taking shelter in the tents. After the rain let down they sent us to start work. We put in a half assed afternoon of work because it was virtually impossible to actually clean anything because there was nowhere to put the parts of the gun when I took it apart because everything was full of mud. In short, it was a wasted afternoon, but we headed back to base in the evening.

On Thursday everyone was heading back to the field to finish the work that we started the day before, except I got half a day 'off'! I had been requesting my full day off for over a month, but they waited until the last possible minute until they HAD to give me some time off. My ID card was to expire on the upcoming Sunday because that was my scheduled discharge date. Since I had extended my service I had to go to some office in the city to get my card renewed. They waited until the last possible day to give me the time off, and they didn't even give me the entire day. The made me come back to base in the afternoon only to go home the next morning. That kind of pissed me off that they wouldn't just give me the extended weekend. I got back to base and did nothing until I went home on the Friday morning. When I was inquiring what I needed to do in order to renew my card I was told I just needed to go to this one office and they would take care of it and that there should be no problems. Having dealt with Israeli bureaucracy (that in itself is an oxymoron) in the past, I knew things usually don't work out. I get to the office and tell them that I need to renew my ID card. They tell me that I can't do that here - and that I need to do it in Tiberias (at least 2 hours away by bus - I was in Kiryat Shmoneh). Fantastic! I tell them no, I need to do it here and now because I have to catch a bus back to base (there was only one time to catch the bus) and that my ID card expires in 3 days. They say sorry, the closest place they issue the ID cards is in Tiberias we can't help you here. Well, I ask them if they can call the place in Tiberias and get me a temporary pass or some piece of paper saying that my service has been extended. Literally 4 minutes later I got exactly what I needed! It wasn't a new card, but it was a piece of paper that had my new discharge date on it. It really is amazing how stupid people are.

Platoon week

When I came back to base on Sunday everyone was already participating in a drill. I ended up doing nothing until they returned, which was about 8PM. Everyone said the drill was absolutely horrible because it was very long, and it rained all day causing tons of mud. When they returned my commander said it was a shame that I missed it because I would have enjoyed it. The next day we headed back to the field to start platoon week. The week was structured to be a war week. We had to walk around with our vests and helmets on and we were not allowed to remove them. We also had to eat battle rations. Luckily we did not have to sleep in the tank - it was too cold and thus we ended up going back to the base to sleep - that ended up being the only perk (yet it was a HUGE perk). Since it had rained on Sunday and throughout the weekend and it was planning on raining throughout the week there was a ton of mud and plenty of puddles - perfect for war week... not! Most of the morning was spent getting to the field and preparing the tanks. We finally got to eat breakfast at 1030. In the late afternoon we were told to simulate a tank tread that had become unlinked. When that happens its a big process to get the tank back in working condition. I posted a picture 2 posts ago showing us doing a tug of war with the tank, which is only part of what needed to be done. Naturally the goal is to complete this task as fast as possible with a good time being 15 minutes in ideal conditions. Naturally we were hoping that they wouldn't make us do this because of the presence of our mortal enemy - mud. The only problem was that they did make us do it and the mud got the better of us. Instead of attempting to make good time it got to the point where we were just hoping to finish - and that we did, 5 hours later! There wasn't a single thing that went well during those 5 hours. Firstly, every tool we used was completely covered in mud, was hard to grasp and freezing cold. Secondly upon numerous occasions I had to sit, crawl, kneel, lie down etc. in the mud and in puddles. We started at about 330PM and it was not expected to last into the darkness. We hadn't yet eaten lunch, but I was lucky enough to eat a few wafers. Once darkness came upon us it started to rain again. By this point it really did not matter that much - I was already wet enough from the mud. Once we finished we were 'rewarded' when they told us that since it was too cold outside we would be returning to the base for the evening to sleep! So it was a long and muddy 2km walk back to base with a massive kit bag on my shoulder and my vest on my back. On top of that I had to hold my rainpants up as they were unable to sit properly on my waist. Once we got back at midnight I was able to have my next 'meal', which was a single piece of cake, as it was split between the platoon.
The next day it was that same walk back tot he field first thing in the morning. At this point I was starving and still waiting to eat lunch from the day before. We got back to the tanks and we had to prepare them for our platoon exercise that we would be doing in the morning. Finally by 930AM I was able to have the next meal - almost 24 hours after my last one. Although I didn't have time to actually sit down to eat it because I had to get back to making sure that the guns were ready for the training exercise.
In the exercise we finally got to shoot shells from the cannon again, so that was awesome to experience the 70 ton recoil of the cannon in front of my face. The exercise was interesting and it went really well. In fact the batallion commander was watching the exercise and said that it was the best platoon exercise in the battalion (9 platoons). After the exercise we finally had an opportunity to sit down and eat a meal at 3PM and like the previous meals it was battle rations. After we had finished our meal we miraculously were brought schnitzels from the base!! What a delicious surprise!

Me and my tank

My commander and I

After getting off base 3 weekends in a row, I will be going back for 2 weeks this time, thus meaning I will be on base for next shabbat. I am hoping that the next week will be very interesting and I'm sure I will have a more interesting blog post. To make up for it this week I have finally added some pictures to my facebook fan page. You can see the pictures here, and don't forget to become of 'fan' of my facebook page and to recommend it to your friends.

Let the shooting begin (its just training, no need to get excited)

I wanted to give this post the title 'let the shooting begin and cows', but I didn't want to mislead anyone.

I got back to base on Sunday, and this week we finally started our training! This means we finally got to start shooting again (at non living targets - i feel i need to explicitly say that). On Sunday I returned to base, and immediately we headed into the field. We set up the area with a few tents (tents for briefings, not sleeping - sleeping is only done in or on the tank) and some flags, and thats about it. We went to bed early in order to wake up super early.

Monday we finally got to do some shooting with the tank - something we hadn't done in almost 8 months. It was a lot of fun, especially because everything went smoothly... for the first time... EVER! The guns didn't cause me any problems. My gunner took down a lot of targets, and I myself hit 3 targets with my MAG. We did however have to stop for about 5 minutes, which somewhat interrupted our momentum because of cows. There were cows in the way and someone had to go herd them out of the way. Once they were out of the way, we were able to continue. We did the same thing in the nighttime. Immediately after the night training, at about 11PM I was told that my crew was going back to base in order to be the guard duty crew. Since we had already done our day and night practice we had effectively completed what we needed to do for the entire week. We didn't know how long we would be there for. The next 2 days an nights were spent doing guard duty, other random jobs, and playing ping pong. One of the nights of guard duty, it was really boring (as usual) and at 2 in the morning I was pacing back and forth in order to keep myself awake and my head was looking down at my feet. Randomly I raised my head and found myself staring directly at a cow no more than 10 meters away from me. He looked at me as if I was an alien, and i was just shocked to see how a cow got so close to me without me noticing!

Wednesday night we were told that everyone was coming back to base - great! Since everyone was coming back to base (in order to eat well, shower, spend some time inside, etc.) I was headed into the field to be the guarding crew over there. It was supposed to rain, but luckily for us, not only did it not rain, but we had relatively nice weather and thursday was even warm! The field wasn't that bad because they brought us cots so we didn't have to sleep on the tank, and I got a fair amount of sleep because aside from guarding there wasn't anything else to do. When I got woken up to do my shift of guard duty I immediately started to hear lots of mooing from various distances. When I stepped outside the tent the guy that I was to switch started pointing in all directions showing me where the cows were. It was pitch black and I could barely see anything but there were at least 30 or 40 cows within 50 meters of our tent. I didn't understand what they were saying, but I was sure that they were plotting against us.

I woke up on thursday and we had to clean the tank, as usual. My commander told me some good news. He said I was getting the weekend off and I was either going home that day (thursday) or first thing on Friday. I was chosen as outstanding soldier of the week in my platoon and therefore was given the weekend off while everyone else had to stay on base. That means that I get 3 weekends off in a row! Yippie!!!!!! After cleaning the tank starting first thing in the morning all through the afternoon, my commander suddenly tells me at 2PM that the bus leaves at 3, so I should head back to the base and get ready to go home. Well, I'm not exactly sure why they waited until the last possible minute to tell me, but I had a lot of work to do in that hour. Firstly, I had to walk about 2km to get back to base, with my massive kitback on my back. Then I had to shower and get all my things together. Luckily even though I was stressed for time I did not forget anything critical on base - unlike last week where I forgot to take home my dirty laundry. Most importantly, I had to make plans for the weekend! Having expected to spend the weekend on base as per the schedule I was not concentrating on making weekend plans. I suppose it was a good problem to have!

Preparation for inspection

Back to base Sunday morning meant back to work. After the backbreaking work I did last Thursday to take out and replace all the ammunition it was another 2 weeks of nonstop work. We were preparing for a review from the Battalion Commander, and thus EVERYTHING had to be clean, checked, and in order. Therefore, I spent the better part of the 2 weeks cleaning the tank. Firstly, we received the tank in a filthy filthy condition for a number of reasons. It had rained the previous week which means lots of mud will be tracked through the tank. In addition to that, the tank crew that was using the tank knew that they did not have to clean that specific tank because it was ours, so they were not too concerned about keeping it clean and tidy.

In continuing with going over everything - which we had started with the ammunition, it was now time to do it with every tool in the tank. We laid everything out on the ground, went over the approximately 7 page list of things that we need to have and then put everything back in its place. We then went over all of our personal equipment in the same way. Without getting into too much detail about tank cleaning, the main tools I have in my arsenal include a steel brush, broom, toothbrush, screwdriver, and sponge. Don't ask how each tool is best used to clean a tank, but it gets the job done. The tank got a new paint job, and soon enough became ridiculously clean.

A quick note on the topic of sleeping. Soldiers are constantly exhausted, and are able to sleep ANYWHERE and ANYTIME! Case and point - I have no problem sleeping in a tank. Now, this won't top a tank, but this week I managed to take a nap in probably one of the weirdest places. They sent me to work to clean up a warehouse and organize some stuff. Once I was done I was allowed to take a break, and I was looking for a place to lie down. I scouted out the storage room, found the spot and said to myself with all honesty "this looks really comfortable". What was this comfortable location? It was a giant bin filled with gas masks. I sprawled out ontop of it and took a very comfortable 45 minute nap. Not a regular person's ideal place to sleep, but I was more than happy!

This week we got a new Battalion commander. What does that mean? Ceremonies and celebratory meals! Wednesday we had a tasty celebratory meal for the outgoing battalion commander. Thursday was another delicious meal for the incoming commander (one of the best meals I have eaten in the army), and the Friday was Shabbat, which meant a third day with a great meal! Now as for the ceremony, I was the lucky one that got to do guard duty instead! Typically people want to get out of guard duty because it's not any fun, and we do enough of it as it is. However when there is a ceremony, everyone suddenly wants to guard. Why? Because being at the ceremony is worse than guarding! At the ceremony you have to stand perfectly still in formation for a long period of time. What makes it even worse is that before the ceremony, you practice standing for a long period of time! The kicker to all this is that everyone has to get dressed in their nicer uniforms without jackets while it is cold outside. As for me, the guy who got 'stuck' doing guard duty, I didn't have to get dressed up; I was able to wear a jacket, walk around (only in circles, but nonetheless) and even talk to myself if I wanted to.

In addition to the training that we will be doing, we are also frequently 'on call' for any emergency in the golan heights. If we are on call and there is an emergency, we have only a few minutes to get the tank started and be on our way. While I was on call, the new battalion commander came by for a test and we were told that there was an 'emergency', and thus we had to jump to the tank as fast as possible. We passed the test, and afterward we had a debriefing. He started by asking everyone their names and where they were from. After I said I was from Toronto his follow up question was "and why do you want to sign an extra 2 months in the army". It seems that I am quickly making a name for myself on the base as the crazy foreigner.

Finally the end of the week rolled around and I was finally able to enjoy it! Just like the rest of the country, the rules of shabbat are also followed in the army. As long as we are not doing any operation activity, we are not allowed to be given orders! For the past half year, everything we had been doing was operational and therefore our shabbat did not feel like shabbat - it felt like every other regular day. Thus being on base for 17 days straight felt like one very very long week. Now that we are in training I only had to do my hour of guard duty and couple of hours work in the kitchen but other than that it was time to relax! And that I did - before I knew it, shabbat was over and I had slept most of it away (approximately 15 hours, non consecutively, however). After being somewhat re-energized, it was time to get back to tank cleaning.

Wednesday was the inspection by the Battalion commander. I was expecting it to be a lot like the previous expection from the battalion commander before we left for the border with Lebanon in July, but I was very quickly in for a big shock. The last time we had the inspection, only 3 tanks were inspected. By the time the deputy battalion commander randomly came to inspect my tank I had already taken a 45 minute nap on the tank waiting for him. This time the battalion commander called over my direct commander as well as two others talked to them for a minute and then all of a sudden my commander comes sprinting towards us and tells us there is an 'emergency'. shit! That means we have to go run to grab our equipment, get back to the tank and start driving - obviously as fast as we can. So sprinted into my room and grabbed all my equipment which was conveniently spread out neatly on my bed for the inspection instead of being all inside my vest, bolted back out to the tank. The tank was also in inspection mode - with all sorts of doors and hatches open, so I had to close those as well. Once the entire crew was in the tank we started the engine and were the first ones to exit our 'parking lot'. Afterwards we were bombarded with a lot of operation questions for about 20 minutes to test us about what we knew. After that the battalion commander came into the barracks. He randomly decided to come into my room and interrogate everyone about all sorts of things. I was able to answer his questions without making a fool of myself or making myself look like an idiot.

After the inspection everyone seemed to be a lot more relaxed, as we were no longer working like dogs day and night in preparation for the inspection. These two weeks of logistics and cleaning was simply brutal, and everyone is very glad that it is now over. Thursday was the holiday Tu b'shvat, which is the holiday of the trees. One of the other companies in our battalion got to go to the carmel forest to help plant trees. Unlucky me, we were stuck on base doing nothing important, except waiting to go home. We were scheduled to leave at 4PM but they were unsuccessfully trying to move that up a few hours because as they said there really isn't anything for us to do here. So by 3PM we were ready to leave, but we had to wait for the bus at 4. We loaded the bus and only by 430 did we get permission to leave. aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrg!!! I ended up getting back to my kibbutz at around 730 after missing one bus, and practically jumping over people in order to get onto a second one.

Next week we actually start doing exercises in the tank, thus shooting ammunition and making the tank dirty again! It should be fun after more than 8 months of not doing anything 'fun' in the tanks.

Playing tug of war

Moving week

This was the week of the switch - I didn't go back to the tanks, but I went to another base to help pack up everything. By everything I mean E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. - from TVs to desks, mattresses, toilet paper, picnic benches, bricks, and everything in between. The first few days there wasn't much work to do - just a few hours worth each day. I was able to catch up on my sleep as well as watch some TV. It also rained a fair bit so I was glad to be inside most of the time, unlike my platoon which was outside with the tanks. Most of the work we did was when we had to load up the 18 wheeler trailer with everything that was mentioned above. We didn't get much help as we were only about 5 people. The worst part was that the trailer came at 1030PM in the rain. We didn't finish until 3AM and we had to wake up at 730 in order to finish the last minute packing and clean all the rooms. After lunch, we had literally nothing to do until the bus came so everyone gathered in one room and tok a nap on the floor until the bus came.

It was exciting to finally leave after half a year of boring monotonous difficult work. We are now moving to a base in the Golan Heights where our entire battalion is stationed (3 tank companies) so it was exciting to finally be reunited with my friends from training after having not seen them for more than half a year.

In the next 2 weeks, we have a lot of work to do before we actually start training. The battalion commander will be coming to check the tanks and the barracks so everything has to be in order and the tanks have to be super clean. Before heading home on Friday we had a full day of work ahead of us. Our first task (and might I add that it is one of the worst jobs related to the tanks) was to take out ALL the ammunition, have it checked and then put it all back where it came from. In daditino to there being tons of ammunition (I'm not exaggerating - the ammunition does weight a number of tons), it is also difficult to access and awkward to remove. We couldn't start working on my tanks because it had not yet arrived from our previous base, so we did the owrk for the crew that was tank sitting for us. Once our tank arrived we did the backbreaking work for a second time. The third tank in our platoon did not arrive until the afternoon so I had to assist them as well. In the evening, while everyone went to a company meeting my commander and I had to stay back and fill up 2 tanks with gas. From this description of my day it doesn't sound so bad, however I started working at 630AM and finished at 1030PM. I also had to work straight through dinner, so the last break I had I had taken was for lunch. The only thing that kept me going was the light at the end of the tunnel, which was that the following morning I was heading home for the weekend!!!

SOME of the ammunition.

On Friday it was time to go home!!!! Wake up at 530, and by 7 we were on a bus heading home. At about 9AM we stopped for a pit stop on the side of the road. We hadn't eaten anything all morning because we were too busy scrambling to get things ready in order to go home. We were given 10 minutes and everyone got off the bus and all we saw was a sea of people because there was another bus full of soldiers that had gotten there before us. We manage to push our way to the front and we see about 10 tables full of food - cookies, cake, candies, salads, sandwiches, etc. pretty much an entire brunch buffet. It was all free!!! The only catch was that once we got on the bus we got listen to this woman's amazing story of why she decided to give free food to busloads of soldiers.
Twenty years earlier across the street from the bus shelter on the side of the highway which we stopped at, a terrorist with a knife was stabbing a woman who started to cry for help. It was a friday morning and like many bus stations there was a soldier waiting for a bus on his way home from base. The soldier heard the cries for help, subdued the terrorist and ended up saving the life of the woman. A local citizen of the community (this woman who was speaking to us) wanted to do something to show her appreciation for what that soldier did, and what the soldiers do as a whole. The following Friday morning (this is the time that many soldiers are on their way back home from base for the weekend) she showed up to the bus shelter with homemade cookies and handed them out to the soldiers who passed by. She continued to do this every Friday morning with some of her friends. The project began to grow when one morning a soldier asked if she happened to have a sandwich instead of the cookies because he was hungry; the following week she made sure to prepare sandwiches. She began accepting donations from community members - however the donations can only be made in food, she does not accept money. As the project grew, the city asked how they could help her. She said that since the bus shelter is simply on the side of the highway, she wanted a space that was more off the side of the road and safe. The city decided to build a fence where it was cornered off and there was a safe place to park for the buses and passers. Her idea has grown and now there are numerous stations like these around the country where regular citizens hand out free food to soldiers on their way home from base. This woman has been doing this every week for the past 20 years in order to show her appreciation for what the soldiers do for Israel.

I spent shabbat in Jerusalem as a guest on a trip sponsored by the JNF (Jewish National Fund) entitled Greeks Build Israel. It is a trip for students in fraternities and sororities to travel to Israel for one week to do volunteer work. I participated in the trip 2 years ago (and blogged about it here - blog posts from December 28th 2008 - January 6 2009) and they requested that I join them for shabbat and share my experiences about being in the army. We headed to the Western wall with the group to welcome in the shabbat and we had quite a long and wet walk back to the hotel. Our walk brought us through the entire city. I have done lots of walking in Jerusalem, but this walk took me into different areas of the city that I had not seen before as well as areas that I have been to by bus because they are too far away! All in all the walk was about an hour and a half. On the walk back we passed by the Prime Minister's house. I previously had no idea where it was located, but I found it to be quite close to a main intersection that I frequently pass by. This is noteworthy because since September the parents of Gilad Shalit have been sitting outside the house on the sidewalk as a protest to the governments inability to bring back their son from captivity. For those who don't know Gilad Shalit was kidnapped by hamas terrorists about a month before the start of the Second Lebanon War in 2006. Since then his whereabouts are unknown and he has been denied his right to see the Red Cross. More on Gilad Shalit here. His parents feel that the government is not doing enough to get his son released. Outside the Prime Ministers house, on this cold rainy Friday night, his parents were sitting at the shabbat table, singing the prayers and welcoming in the shabbat. There were about 100 people that were standing around the table and joining in with the singing. His parents have vowed not to leave the tent until their son is released from captivity. We only stuck around for about 10 minutes before we continued our walk, but I had the opportunity to see what was going on and now that I know where it is, I will have to make a point in going back.

I apologize for not posting this 2 weeks ago when I was off base, but I did not have an opportunity to get to a computer because I only got 2 days off base. Now that I am in training I spend 11 days on base and 3 days at home.

Year In Review 2010

As 2010 comes to a close, here is a year in review - a complete year spent in the IDF. It started with the completion of my basic training and the start of tank training. I was chosen to be a tank loader - the job that I wanted. I spent the next 2 months learning my job and getting to shoot guns mounted from tanks. I even got the opportunity to drive the tank one day! I received my black beret in completion of this training. In advanced training we did interesting work - learning how to operatethe tank as an entire crew - commander, gunner, loader and driver working together. In addition to getting more familiar with the tanks, I became well acquainted with the outdoors, the desert and the summer heat. At the end of training my tank crew was awarded the outstanding crew within the company. With the completion of all the training, we finally received our warriors pin - indicating that we had become fully qualified combat soldiers in the IDF! I even received the honor of having the company commander give me his personal pin!

After trainig it was time to put that training to 'good' use, where I would guard the border with Lebanon from July until the end of December. All that intense training did not prepare me for the boredom that I was to face. My wide range of responsibilities included standing for extended periods of time, staying awake and maintaining the tanks. Most of the last 6 months was spent outisde, and after a quick estimation, about half of the days (3 months) I spent sleeping in a tank. It's hard to believe that 1/4 of the year was spent sleeping inside a tank.

In October, I had the chance to visit home for 2 weeks - the first time that I had been home in a year and a half.

2011 should be another interesting year. With a bit more than 3 more months left in the army, it should make for some more intersting times as now we will start training in the Golan Heights. With my release in April, it should be interesting to see what life outside the army has in store for me.

Thanks to my loyal readers of the korner. Hope you enjoyed my last year of blogging and will continue to read what life has in store for me in 2011. Don't feel shy to share the blog with friends and family.

Wishing everyone a successful 2011!

Release date

My year and a half of service is quickly coming to a close (Feb 19/2011). Less than 2 months away! What to do afterward??? The release date is towards the end of the training and the most intersting exercizes are to be conducted after my release date - those are the exercizes of the company and batallion levels. I recently asked my company commander what the situation is with my release. He was quick to respond not to worry (apparently, when translated to english, the statement 'dont worry' actually causes the opposite effect! - I'm not sure if thats an army thing or a Hebrew thing). In any case he said don't worry I will get my accumulated vacation days. So where did my vacation days come from, and how many do I have, and why have I decided to save them up? To answer the questions out of order - I have a lot of vacation days and I was forced to save them up. Each soldier gets a certain amount of vacation days a year. If one is a jobnik - comes from the english word job implying that the soldier has a regular day job from 9-5 or something of that matter he can request time of like you would at a regular job. For a combat soldier, its difficult enough getting off our scheduled weekend! Forget about unscheduled personal vacations! So without the option of taking vacation days they get saved up and in essence the vacation is all piled up at the end of my service. With my entitled vacation time practically I would stop working well ebfore the 19th of february, thus I would miss even more of training.

In response to what my company commander told me I was quick to respond that I want to stay on until the end of the training. Needless to say, but he was more than surprised and said it shouldn't be a problem. After taking a look at the schedule for the training I have decided to continue 'working' up until the end of the last training exercize which is of the battalion level. After that, I will get my vacation and then get released on the 10th of April - another month and a half after my original release date - and I will have a bit longer than one month of vacation time - which will start in the month of March.

So why specifically have I decided to sign this extra month? There are several reasons, however the main reason is that I expect the training to be fun - why would I decide not to participate in something that I expect to enjoy? On top of that how often does someone get to participate in a battalion level tank training exercize - 35 tanks! I'd be a fool to pass it up!

Last stare into Lebanon and is now a Sergeant!

Crappy weather
On the way back to base it began to rain again. The entire weekend I had managed to be indoors while it had rained. In the negev desert there were sand storms, whereas in the rest of the country there was rain and even snow in the golan. During the storm there were winds of 100km/hr and the kineret rose by 5cm. While I was at home the rest of my platoon was in the field and said that it did not stop raining for over 2 days straight. They had no dry clothing and could not fall asleep because they were so cold. Simply, it was the best weekend not to be in the army.

The drive from Kiryat Shmoneh to the base took us through 2 extremes of weather. Kiryat Shmoneh sits in a valley between the Golan Heights and the hills by the Lebanese border. As we were driving through the storm in the city and driving upwards into the peaks, we were driving through the rain and the clouds themselves. We couldn't see 10 meters in front of us. Then are all of a sudden we would exit the clouds and the sun would start to blind us as the rays reflect off the water that was on the ground. We looked behind us and could see the massive storm and black clouds in the distance. Looking forwards we saw the next cloud that was just like the last. To our side we see the valley and Kiryat Shmoneh where we came from and the massive low hovering rain clouds over the valley, yet below us. Once we finally made it through the clouds we got to our base where the weather is sunny, and obviously very muddy.

Cleaning the tank
On Tuesday we supposed to join everyone else in the field for another week, but they came back early because of the terrible conditions. Our first task once they arrived was to clean the tank. This was a nightmare because the tank was FULL of mud. It was the type of mud that was hard and had solidified, but it was soft and fresh mud. They split the word up over a day and a half so on the second day I helped the gunner clean the tread tightening system. Its job is to make sure that there is no slack on the treads. In order to clean it you have to first be able to see it. Having never cleaned it before I wasn't exactly sure what specific part needs to be cleaned. I was given the general instructions of start digging in this general area and remove all the mud. The best tools to use is a large metal pole to loosen up the mud, a screwdriver to get to the small corners and mainly your hands. In order to reach the difficult parts I have to reach in with my hand until my shoulder and dig away behind the nooks and crannies. Due to the positioning of my arm I can't even see what im doing otherwise my face will be inside the mud. After digging for over 3 hours I had completed the difficult work and the gunner came to finish off the cleaning. In addition to the cleaning outside the tank I did a fairly thorough cleaning of my sleeping quarters inside the tank (also known as the turret floor). There was a nice layer of mud caked on the floor. To clean it you get on your hands and knees and start scrubbing with a bucket of water and sponge.

Crappy food
In some upsetting news, the reserve soldiers that were on the base with us got switched to the same horrible peopel that were incapable of making and delivering us food. With the reservists there was no cook so we get to make breakfast and dinner for ourselves. Lunch was shipped in from a different base. Nobody had a real problem if we went into the kitchen and searched for something to eat. There was one reservist who happened to know how to cook well and they decided amongst themselves that they would all pic up his hours of guard duty so that he could become the cook. There was always plenty of tasty food to eat. But of course the fun had to end sometime.

Our first shabbat with the new old 'cook' did not go so well. (Here I use the term 'cook' in quotations so you don't get him confused with the reservist that was not a cook but knew how to). The army always seems to give people stupid job titles and tho has no idea what he is doing is misleading and cruel. idea what he is doing is misleading and cruel. We were stuck outside again for shabbat and when we saw what we received for dinner we were excited - chicken wings! When it actually became time to eat, that level of excitement turned to anger. Before I get to that I want to explain how we eat when we are in the field. We receive a container of food, a loaf a bread, forks (if we happen to be so lucky), and usually without a proper place to sit. We don't really have a place to sit, so we put the container on the ground and everyone huddles around it. Upon the arrival of food, 8 hungry soldiers who have anxiously been awaiting its arrival are notified of its presence. I don't really need to explain this any further, I think its quite clear how this plays out. So back to the Shabbat meal - when we sat down to eat the meal, we realized that there was only enough for one chicken wing per person! However, in the 'cook's' defense we also received a leathery piece of chicken breast that was only slightly larger than the size of the chicken wing. There seemed to be one living being that was pleased with the food that we got, and that was a cat who ate the scraps we threw it.
Lunch the next day was no success story either, in fact it was an embarrassment to food. There is typically a traditional Jewish dish cooked for shabbat lunch. Since cooking on shabbat is forbidden, the dish, called cholent or chamim is prepared before shabbat starts and is left for a long time to cook (rule of thumb - the longer the better). The dish typically includes meat, potatoes, beans, and/or rice. I am the last person who would be able to identify ingredients in a cooked dish or describe the process in how it was made, but I will now describe exactly how the 'cook' prepared the meal by sight smell and taste only:
1. Throughout the cooking of the dish do NOT add any seasoning
2. Salt is also forbidden
3. Boil whole potatoes
4. Boil beans
5. Put chicken breasts in the oven and cook them
6. Boil hot dogs
7. Take the potatoes, beans and chicken and add them to the pot of boiling hot dogs
8. This dish is now ready to be served!

I'm not sure if the food looked worse than it tasted or the other way around, but it was simply disgusting. Everything tasted gross and bland with a hint of hot dog water. It looked like boiled hot dogs were left sitting out for a week. People were laughing at us because we actually intended on eating it (only after seasoning the food). In between the 2 horrible meals it rained from 3AM-7AM while I was in the tank. I didn't get soaked because I half closed the hatch, nonetheless it was not fun. The highlight of the shabbat was after it had rained, we made a mud sculpture of a turtle. Yes, we have too much spare time.

Doing nothing
Sunday evening my tzevet was taken to a different base in order to do maintenance on a different tank because my commander had to go attend a 2 day course. We had to do more work than expected, but at least I got a good night sleep in a bed, and even managed to take an afternoon nap the first day. In the early evening we were told that we were returning to base because my commander's course finished early. This was very upsetting news because I was expecting another full nights' sleep and a second easy day. Back at base I was expecting to go back to work right away, but in the end it was decided that we would switch with the other tzevet in the morning. Before going to bed I got to relax and had time to watch the movie - 'the hangover'. After a good night sleep again we woke up only to find out that in the evening we would be making the switch! With only one task to do all day -arrange some equipment that took less than 2 hours I managed to go for a jog and watch 19 episodes of Family Guy!!! All this happened before 7PM when we left for the field to make the switch. I almost completed the entire season 8 of Family Guy in one day in the army. The fact that I was able to do that in the army instead of on my own time made me extremely happy. It is not very often that I can accomplish things in the army that I would normally do on my own time.

More food problems
After those 2 refreshing days we headed back to the shetach for another cold week. While in the field we are supposed to get one meal a day (lunch) from these idiots. I'm not going to get into any elaborate stories, but here is the bullshit we had to deal with:

• One day they did not have enough disposable food trays for us so everyone received the equivalent of half a meal
• the next day we received lunch at 430PM because after running out of food they had to make lunch again specifically for us and then they couldn't be bothered to make a trip specifically to bring us our food
• For saturday lunch they brought us chamim that was more disgusting than last week's - i didn't think it was possible!

My promotion
This past week, on the 20th of December, I got promoted to the rank of sergeant! One might be surprised to find out that it really isn't that big of a deal to get this promotion. I didn't do anything noteworthy, per se and I wasn't recommended for the promotion either. It just happens.After a year and 4 months in the army, everyone gets promoted to sergeant. Practically, what does it mean? On my uniform that I wear in public I get to sew on the 3 strip patch on the sleeve of my upper arm indicating my rank. In addition to that I get a pay raise! Hold onto your hats, because this pay raise is really going to shock you. I get a raise of 2 shekels (about 60 cents).... a month!

The End!!!
After a cold and windy week in the shetach I finally finished my last guarding mission on the Lebanese border!!!! Once I return from my weekend at home at the start of 2011 we will start preparing for 2 months of training in the Golan Heights, which will take me to the end of my service. On wednesday I was supposed to be picked up at 730AM to be driven back to the base so I can prepare to go home. I had thought that the bus comes by the base at 930, so I would have plenty of time to shower, organize my things, and relax a bit. Well, I wasn't picked up from the shetach until 805, and returned to the base at 815. I was then told that the bus was at 830, and not 930. SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!! If I were to miss this bus, I would have to wait until 1130 for the next one. Lets just say after 17 days on base, one can get ready to go home quite quickly. The bus ended up being a few minutes late, but nonetheless I still would have been on time.