But they will be, eventually. For now, peace.
While the rest of my platoon took a pre-dawn bus to our base in al-Madina al-Muqaddasah, I was chosen to stay at our previous base in order to help put the final touches on cleaning up. Logistics officers, jobniks with big ranks that you couldn't care less about, were roaming the area, just looking for an excuse to yell at the young, arrogant combat soldiers. "You're aren't leaving here until..." was the line of the day. I heard that no less than twenty times.
Suddenly, in the middle of carrying some containers back to the kitchen, the commander watching over us told me to run to the transport truck waiting at the base's front gate. "HURRY," he told me numerous times. It seemed like the truck was waiting for me, specifically. However, upon getting to the gate, there was no one to be found. After waiting nearly two hours, I finally hitched a ride with a transport carrying our shipping crates which we use to store gear.
"Jump on up!" the animated driver told me. For the entire five hour ride I was all alone in a tractor-trailer with a reserve duty soldier who rambled on and on with his wife on the phone. With just three hours of sleep the night before, I fought back my leaden eyelids the entire way. I was told to not let this guy stop at his base for the night, but rather to carry on all the way to our deployment, so I had to stay awake. And as they warned, between calls to his wife, he called just about every officer in the IDF for permission to go sleep at the truck base.
Finally we neared the border crossing into the West Bank. The driver started showing his true colors pretty quickly. He made a call to his dispatcher on the speakerphone. It essentially went like this:
"Uh, so when I cross over, what happens? I only have one soldier with me. Is that enough?"
"OK, are you sure? Because it's just one soldier, and you know, it's at night! How will I know if I'm going into a bad area or not?"
"There's nothing to worry about."
"Well!.. Famous last words, no? OK, I have one soldier, but should he put the magazine in the gun, and a bullet in the chamber? Ready to shoot!"
"No, that's not necessary."
"Is there a signal truck that could guide me to the base?"
As he drove hesitantly toward the border crossing, unarmed Israeli civilian cars zoomed by, headlong into the territory. My jumpy driver and his wide-open eyes rubber necked the entire way to our base, making terrified comments one after another. I giddily seared into memory the crossing, marveling at the towers and guard posts and concrete barriers and mazes of chain-link gates used to check Palestinian pedestrians. All the things the world hates Israel for. What all the protestors were losing their minds over. Every little detail shone brilliantly under the yellow, sodium lights. I was happy to finally be deployed, after so much waiting. The frightened driver was ready to get the hell out.
My favorite line of the night? While driving past an Arab town with a green-lit minaret, he asked seriously, "Do they have rockets?!" And then once we made it to the base, with relief he inquired if we had "finished the Arabs finally?" That's less racism/prejudice than it is excitable cowardice.
After wishing him a good night and laughing at his catharsis upon reaching the safety of a Golani base, I made my way to our barracks. I entered the small, squat building to cheers from my platoon. I had no idea what al-Madina al-Muqaddasah was all about, and at night I had seen nothing, but I had arrived.
Time for patrols and guard duty and checkpoints and guard towers and seated ambushes and arrest operations.
its probably more dangerous to drive while talking on the phone than to drive across the line without escort. if the guy would shut up youd have a better chance of making it through :)
jobniks never cease to amaze me... keep up the good work.
if i may ask what is your perception of the settlements?
are they in the long term interests of israel or an obstacle to pseudopeace (prime example egypt/jordan with israel)?
Arkadiy - My perception of the settlements? To be honest, I'm a soldier first, and that role prevents me from voicing my opinion on whether or not we should or should not have them. I say it prevents me because that discussion necessitates whether or not the army should guard them. So, I won't say. And to be honest, I have an opinion, but it's one thing I am liable to change at any minute, and have done so in the past.
Bottom line, there are bigger fish to fry if you ask me.
Congratulations, Danny, you finally made it! Wishing you all the best. Keep your head down, take care of your comrades, and keep your weapon and gear in good order.
And they light up minarets in Iraq too. ;) Looks quite garish by our standards, but it's apparently the thing to do. I rather like the call to prayer, it's beautiful and I almost miss it...
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