I was taking my mom out for an early birthday lunch to Sticky Lips Barbecue. As we got into the parking lot I saw that another car came in behind us. He followed as I went around the lot once and got a spot. Then he sat there about 20 feet back with his window rolled down.
I could see a slightly chubby middle-aged man, he had light colored facial hair, glasses and a bright red jacket.
"What does he want?" I asked aloud. I was thinking he might want to chew me out for that little bit of e-breaking I did in the lot. (My mother was NOT pleased with that.) Or maybe I had a break light or signal out.
No, it was my bumper sticker. I usually don't like bumper stickers. I tend to be fairly low key and like my car the same way. But there are some I just have to have. The Car Talk "Drive Now, Talk Later," one was the first- followed by an "Isotopes" sticker giving a little plug fro my favorite local band. But this was about the blue and white one that says, "Israel, you do not stand alone."
The guy had some rather strong feelings about that one and as it turned out he had very good reason. He introduced himself and said that he had been shot up by Israel. He was on the USS Liberty.
On June 8, 1967 as the 6 Day War raged on land the USS Liberty was in international waters off the Sinai when it came under attack by Israeli aircraft and petrol boats. 34 American sailors were killed and over 150 wounded. No one has yet come up with a convincing answer as to why it happened.
Relations between our two nations continued along as if it hadn't happened. This former navy man wanted to make sure I hadn't forgotten. How could I?
That's pretty much what I told him. That's all he wanted. To know that his shipmates won't be passed over by history and forgotten by their countrymen. It hurts me to remember this. I do not like the feelings of conflict it brings up in me, the sense of an impossible choice between loyalties. I'm glad that I don't have to shoose. But I do have to remember.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
I don't walk onto military posts often and when I do I am always overcome by a sense of being distinctly out of place. Whether I am photographing, acting as OPFOR or going to do odd jobs as a Sar El volunteer, even though I have a job to do I always feel as if I am an interloper. In a way, I am. I can wear my hair as long as I want to, dress as I see fit (within reason), I don't salute and I don't have to do push ups. (Thank G-d.) Even though the circumstances are not everyday, I am quite familiar with the feeling.
It is the same feeling I used to get when I would go out on assignment for my photo classes. The heightened self-conscious feeling of other people's eyes on me wondering what I'm doing at their place of business or event. It's a feeling that a few years ago overwhelmed me and put me in a cheap, overstuffed chair across from a psychologist. (Not a psychiatrist. Mine wasn't able to prescribe drugs. It was probably better that way.) Of course it's different now. For one thing I've grown up a lot on five years. For another thing when I'm on a military installation I've got people I can point to and names I can drop.
But the initial discomfort is always there, as well as the, "What the fuck are you doing here?" looks from the people who have to be there. But after a while it fades. I observe them, they observe me. I see something in them I want to photograph, and after a while, they see me acting professionally, doing my job, without interfering with theirs. A few jokes ("One more for "Soldier of Fortune!""), a few images shown on the back of a digital camera, and a quick explanation tend to go a long way.
But the initial nervousness is always there and in this situation and others I don't see it going away.
Now it's time to step away from my issues for a while and get into the basics of my last weekend with the NY Army National Guard's Recruit Sustainment Program in Buffalo NY. Here's my weekend:
17:15- Arrive at the armory. Find the sergeants I'm working for. Introductions with the ones I don't know, bring in all my stuff (Four trips), then dinner. Photograph the recruits doing maneuver training outdoors. A couple other OPFOR guys show up, we shoot the shit until about 0200 then get to sleep on some cots.
06:30 Saturday morning- a very unpleasant wake up, followed by breakfast, equipment checks, and briefings. I have two sets of gear to check, photographic stuff and my airsoft gear. I lend out one of my guns to the RSP. I photograph one group running the gauntlet of sniper fire, bombings, civilian mobs, thug-ish police and the room clearing from hell. Then i follow them inside and photograph them as they learn to cammo their faces. I talk with them a bit and they are a lot more comfortable with me, and with getting shot to hell by my friends. I tell them next time they see me I'll be gunning for them too.
I trade my camera for an Echo 1 Vector Arms AK47, put on a plastic badge and go out to play Iraqi Police. I'm mostly passive. I do some communicating which I aim at getting them to remember what they're supposed to be doing or presenting a minor speed bump in that process. There is one situation where they are slow to enter a room. We go in to "Show them how it's done,' and promptly get shot to pieces by our fellow OPFOR. As I write this I still have the welts.
After lunch, more of the same.
After dinner there are 3 hours of scored challenge events. By now my feet are killing me and I'm dead tired, but I do the best I can. I run, I scream I get pushed to the floor at gunpoint and searched.
After the recruits are bedded down we tear through six large pizzas and 3 18 packs of Labbat's beer. I fall asleep on a cott in between to cars in the cavernous motor pool.
Sunday was more conventional airsoft. We did more shooting than acting which we discussed at length in out AAR. But it still had training value. The recruits communicated well, moved as a team, supported each other and did a number on us.
When I got home on Sunday I promptly called in sick to work and passed out for about 13 hours. I really was sick. When I woke up I had my first full on cold of the season. Runny nose, congestion, the whole deal. I can't help thinking the lack of sleep and long hours held the door open for the germs. Still worth it.
It is the same feeling I used to get when I would go out on assignment for my photo classes. The heightened self-conscious feeling of other people's eyes on me wondering what I'm doing at their place of business or event. It's a feeling that a few years ago overwhelmed me and put me in a cheap, overstuffed chair across from a psychologist. (Not a psychiatrist. Mine wasn't able to prescribe drugs. It was probably better that way.) Of course it's different now. For one thing I've grown up a lot on five years. For another thing when I'm on a military installation I've got people I can point to and names I can drop.
But the initial discomfort is always there, as well as the, "What the fuck are you doing here?" looks from the people who have to be there. But after a while it fades. I observe them, they observe me. I see something in them I want to photograph, and after a while, they see me acting professionally, doing my job, without interfering with theirs. A few jokes ("One more for "Soldier of Fortune!""), a few images shown on the back of a digital camera, and a quick explanation tend to go a long way.
But the initial nervousness is always there and in this situation and others I don't see it going away.
Now it's time to step away from my issues for a while and get into the basics of my last weekend with the NY Army National Guard's Recruit Sustainment Program in Buffalo NY. Here's my weekend:
17:15- Arrive at the armory. Find the sergeants I'm working for. Introductions with the ones I don't know, bring in all my stuff (Four trips), then dinner. Photograph the recruits doing maneuver training outdoors. A couple other OPFOR guys show up, we shoot the shit until about 0200 then get to sleep on some cots.
06:30 Saturday morning- a very unpleasant wake up, followed by breakfast, equipment checks, and briefings. I have two sets of gear to check, photographic stuff and my airsoft gear. I lend out one of my guns to the RSP. I photograph one group running the gauntlet of sniper fire, bombings, civilian mobs, thug-ish police and the room clearing from hell. Then i follow them inside and photograph them as they learn to cammo their faces. I talk with them a bit and they are a lot more comfortable with me, and with getting shot to hell by my friends. I tell them next time they see me I'll be gunning for them too.
I trade my camera for an Echo 1 Vector Arms AK47, put on a plastic badge and go out to play Iraqi Police. I'm mostly passive. I do some communicating which I aim at getting them to remember what they're supposed to be doing or presenting a minor speed bump in that process. There is one situation where they are slow to enter a room. We go in to "Show them how it's done,' and promptly get shot to pieces by our fellow OPFOR. As I write this I still have the welts.
After lunch, more of the same.
After dinner there are 3 hours of scored challenge events. By now my feet are killing me and I'm dead tired, but I do the best I can. I run, I scream I get pushed to the floor at gunpoint and searched.
After the recruits are bedded down we tear through six large pizzas and 3 18 packs of Labbat's beer. I fall asleep on a cott in between to cars in the cavernous motor pool.
Sunday was more conventional airsoft. We did more shooting than acting which we discussed at length in out AAR. But it still had training value. The recruits communicated well, moved as a team, supported each other and did a number on us.
When I got home on Sunday I promptly called in sick to work and passed out for about 13 hours. I really was sick. When I woke up I had my first full on cold of the season. Runny nose, congestion, the whole deal. I can't help thinking the lack of sleep and long hours held the door open for the germs. Still worth it.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Renewal
Over the past four years my airsoft fortunes have waxed and waned. The first year i played I had a horrible retail job which would only occasionally grant me a Saturday off in order to play. But on the rare occasions I could play, it sustained me. I walked a little taller for a week or so afterwards, felt a little better about my life, and just wasn't as easily annoyed.
The next year with a new job I could play more frequently. The good post game feelings were still there (Along with the occasional hangover.) but it just wasn't as special. Instead of a rare event, airsoft was working it's way into my [screwed up] routine. From there the inevitable happened. As the airsoft scene got larger and some people grew more vocal about how they think things ought to be run the fun took on an aspect of a chore. Of work.
I began to feel airsoft as a game wasn't all that much fun, but merely presented an opportunity to be around like-minded people. This past weekend I had a chance to rediscover playing. Not only that, but I was able to, in many ways play the kind of game I enjoy.
There were perhaps 25 people total divided up playground style into two numerically equal teams. I say, "numerically equal" because quantity does not equal quality, and in that respect there were some sorely mismatched rounds. Most of the day i was on the receiving end of that, but I gave about as good as I got.
For most of the day I found myself alone, so I reverted to my old standby of sneaking around. I was patient enough to make certain as possible that when I moved into the open the other team was occupied with something else. I tried to strike a balance between moving fast, loud and conspicuous, and slow, overly cautious and vulnerable. I got some nice shots in and when I wasn't able to take anyone out I certainly gave them a fright.
During the last game of the day I was together with four guys from my team. Now, I feel it's important to mention something at this point. My team is not just the side I happen to be on for that game. They are people I know, trust and can predict. When I work with them I am more aggressive, more communicative and an all around better player. I know they will back me up and act as they should when given information. (ie: When I call out an enemy location I know it will be suppressed immediately, not in a minute, immediately. And, overwhelmingly.) When I am on my own, I have to be on the lookout for much more, I have no one watching my flanks, no one to provide suppression. So when on my own, I tend to be as stealthy as I can. Low crawl, climb steep slopes and generally try to be where I'm not expected. Sometimes I'm lucky and that works. Sometimes I get pegged in the head five minutes in before I even get a shot off.
It's worth noting another thing about this past weekend's game. I had planned on running with just my AEG and a hicap. No tactical gear at all. Too bad the hicap decided that it didn't want to feed. I did have some mid caps and I was able to carry two of thos in my shirt pockets, and one in the gun for a grand total of 300 rounds. I used semi most of the day which added greatly to my stealth and to the fun.
Here are some general things I try to do:
1) Before playing test your gun(s) for range and accuracy. Know how far they can go under the best of circumstances. Only engage someone within that limit. (In general most airsoft guns are accurate to about 100-120 feet. I like to engage at between 75 and 90 feet to ensure a hit.)
2) Do not fire until your target is well within range or until forced to by the following:
Detection
The need to cover for a teammate
Nuisance fire to keep an enemy off balance
3) When unsure of a hit and still unseen, engage with semi. In case of a miss this makes it harder to zero in on your location by sound.
4) When there is little cover, simply hugging the ground can work. Most people's visual scanning tends to look for something at or near their level. Not on the ground or up a tree.
5) If you are exchanging fire with 2 or more individuals try to use cover so that only one can target you. Even if it is only for a second or two that may be all you need to hit one and then evade the other. Of course Kamikaze runs are always an option.
The next year with a new job I could play more frequently. The good post game feelings were still there (Along with the occasional hangover.) but it just wasn't as special. Instead of a rare event, airsoft was working it's way into my [screwed up] routine. From there the inevitable happened. As the airsoft scene got larger and some people grew more vocal about how they think things ought to be run the fun took on an aspect of a chore. Of work.
I began to feel airsoft as a game wasn't all that much fun, but merely presented an opportunity to be around like-minded people. This past weekend I had a chance to rediscover playing. Not only that, but I was able to, in many ways play the kind of game I enjoy.
There were perhaps 25 people total divided up playground style into two numerically equal teams. I say, "numerically equal" because quantity does not equal quality, and in that respect there were some sorely mismatched rounds. Most of the day i was on the receiving end of that, but I gave about as good as I got.
For most of the day I found myself alone, so I reverted to my old standby of sneaking around. I was patient enough to make certain as possible that when I moved into the open the other team was occupied with something else. I tried to strike a balance between moving fast, loud and conspicuous, and slow, overly cautious and vulnerable. I got some nice shots in and when I wasn't able to take anyone out I certainly gave them a fright.
During the last game of the day I was together with four guys from my team. Now, I feel it's important to mention something at this point. My team is not just the side I happen to be on for that game. They are people I know, trust and can predict. When I work with them I am more aggressive, more communicative and an all around better player. I know they will back me up and act as they should when given information. (ie: When I call out an enemy location I know it will be suppressed immediately, not in a minute, immediately. And, overwhelmingly.) When I am on my own, I have to be on the lookout for much more, I have no one watching my flanks, no one to provide suppression. So when on my own, I tend to be as stealthy as I can. Low crawl, climb steep slopes and generally try to be where I'm not expected. Sometimes I'm lucky and that works. Sometimes I get pegged in the head five minutes in before I even get a shot off.
It's worth noting another thing about this past weekend's game. I had planned on running with just my AEG and a hicap. No tactical gear at all. Too bad the hicap decided that it didn't want to feed. I did have some mid caps and I was able to carry two of thos in my shirt pockets, and one in the gun for a grand total of 300 rounds. I used semi most of the day which added greatly to my stealth and to the fun.
Here are some general things I try to do:
1) Before playing test your gun(s) for range and accuracy. Know how far they can go under the best of circumstances. Only engage someone within that limit. (In general most airsoft guns are accurate to about 100-120 feet. I like to engage at between 75 and 90 feet to ensure a hit.)
2) Do not fire until your target is well within range or until forced to by the following:
Detection
The need to cover for a teammate
Nuisance fire to keep an enemy off balance
3) When unsure of a hit and still unseen, engage with semi. In case of a miss this makes it harder to zero in on your location by sound.
4) When there is little cover, simply hugging the ground can work. Most people's visual scanning tends to look for something at or near their level. Not on the ground or up a tree.
5) If you are exchanging fire with 2 or more individuals try to use cover so that only one can target you. Even if it is only for a second or two that may be all you need to hit one and then evade the other. Of course Kamikaze runs are always an option.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Why?
I've gotten this question a lot since I got back. Two questions actually.
"Why did you go to Israel?" and, "Why did you volunteer to work with the Israeli Defense Forces?
I've got no shortage of answers. I'm a Jew. I'm a Zionist. I've got plenty of interest in military stuff, and I look good in a uniform. But those are all surface answers. They're the kind of answer that leads to more questions without really answering what you're asked.
"So you're Jewish, that doesn't explain why you (Someone who isn't very religious at all and tends to be a bit down on those who are.) would fly halfway around the world."
The more private answer is to pay off some old debts. Let's go back ten years shall we?
I was sixteen. I hadn't started shaving, hadn't learned to drive or how to get a girl to let me kiss her. I'd just gotten my first AP credits and I thought I knew damn near everything. For six weeks in the summer of 1998 I was with a group of around 30 other American Jewish teens and I got a hell of an education. Turns out I didn't know shit. Not about how the world worked, how people worked or how I worked. Turns out I was a whiny little dirt bag with some anger problems. (Yeah, go figure.) I was a whiner, a jerk and a dumbass. I got bullied, was a bully, fell in love, was heartbroken and generally got about a year of high school social stuff crammed into six weeks of youth hostels and Egged buses.
But when I came back with a really dark tan, lots of photos, some peach fuzz on my cheeks a slightly different walk and a sense of self that I didn't have. Maybe it was the people I was with. Maybe it was the place. I think it was both. But I felt like I'd done some things wrong. I'd done them wrong by the people I was with and by myself. So I resolved that within ten years i'd go back. After I'd grown up some, gotten myself reasonably squared away I'd go back and show my people, show myself what I could really offer.
Mission accomplished.
I did good. I didn't complain. I put myself in adversity and I triumphed. I put myself in a dangerous place and I didn't flinch.
So why did I go? Why did I do what I did?
To prove it to myself. And, simply because I said I would. Promise made, promise kept. As for the politics, Zionism, religion, etc. I'm simply not accustomed to explaining why I believe what I believe. Just that I haven't drank the Kool-Aid just yet.
"Why did you go to Israel?" and, "Why did you volunteer to work with the Israeli Defense Forces?
I've got no shortage of answers. I'm a Jew. I'm a Zionist. I've got plenty of interest in military stuff, and I look good in a uniform. But those are all surface answers. They're the kind of answer that leads to more questions without really answering what you're asked.
"So you're Jewish, that doesn't explain why you (Someone who isn't very religious at all and tends to be a bit down on those who are.) would fly halfway around the world."
The more private answer is to pay off some old debts. Let's go back ten years shall we?
I was sixteen. I hadn't started shaving, hadn't learned to drive or how to get a girl to let me kiss her. I'd just gotten my first AP credits and I thought I knew damn near everything. For six weeks in the summer of 1998 I was with a group of around 30 other American Jewish teens and I got a hell of an education. Turns out I didn't know shit. Not about how the world worked, how people worked or how I worked. Turns out I was a whiny little dirt bag with some anger problems. (Yeah, go figure.) I was a whiner, a jerk and a dumbass. I got bullied, was a bully, fell in love, was heartbroken and generally got about a year of high school social stuff crammed into six weeks of youth hostels and Egged buses.
But when I came back with a really dark tan, lots of photos, some peach fuzz on my cheeks a slightly different walk and a sense of self that I didn't have. Maybe it was the people I was with. Maybe it was the place. I think it was both. But I felt like I'd done some things wrong. I'd done them wrong by the people I was with and by myself. So I resolved that within ten years i'd go back. After I'd grown up some, gotten myself reasonably squared away I'd go back and show my people, show myself what I could really offer.
Mission accomplished.
I did good. I didn't complain. I put myself in adversity and I triumphed. I put myself in a dangerous place and I didn't flinch.
So why did I go? Why did I do what I did?
To prove it to myself. And, simply because I said I would. Promise made, promise kept. As for the politics, Zionism, religion, etc. I'm simply not accustomed to explaining why I believe what I believe. Just that I haven't drank the Kool-Aid just yet.
Monday, August 25, 2008
I now hate Iron Man
Through some massive cock up, EL AL had the same movies going from NY to Tel Aviv as they do from Tel Aviv to NY. I have now seen Iron Man about 10 times, Prince Caspian about 4 (I still find it odd that EL AL would choose to show a movie that's pretty much Christian allegory. But as I've learned, many subtle things don't translate too well.). I've also finally seen Dodgeball, again 4 times. Alan Tudyke (Spelling?) makes a good pirate, although the lady next to me didn't appreciate me saying, "Hey, that's Wash!" when I realized who he was.
I'm in Newark which seems about as far away from Rochester as anywhere right now. But at least everyone speaks nominal English. Mostly. (EMFDYSI?)
After the wedding we're going to do some sightseeing in NYC and I am personally looking forward to a nice juicy American steak.
I'm in Newark which seems about as far away from Rochester as anywhere right now. But at least everyone speaks nominal English. Mostly. (EMFDYSI?)
After the wedding we're going to do some sightseeing in NYC and I am personally looking forward to a nice juicy American steak.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The FAMAS
As I mentioned earlier, one of my bunkmates, Jean has served in the French army. (He's also going to give me a website where I can buy French camo- eat you heart out Evin.) So, me being me, I asked him what he thought of the FAMAS. Here are the main points:
1) The version in use by most of the French Army is the G1, this is the model with the built in bipod and which utilizes proprietory magazines. The G2 version which takes STANAG magazines (That's M-16 compatible, NATO standard magazines for those of you who are not airsoft. gun junkies.) is mostly used by the French Navy and by special units.
2) It's heavy. With a magazine it wieghs in at around 4 kilos, compared with the 2.5-ish and M4 weighs. This is Jean's only complaint.
3) The paddle safety in front of the trigger switches the weapon from safe, to semi and auto. An additional knob on the stock toggles either full auto or 3 round burst.
4) There are flip up rear sights. Open for up to 50 meters and two apertures for medium and long range respectively. Mounting optics is a pain in the rear and needs major work.
5) The barrel is on the heavy side to allow the firing of rifle grenades. The current issue grenades have a bullet-proof plate in the back allowing the to be launched with regular ammo rather than a special cartrige.
As an additional note on French Army kit, he reccomends avoiding French military boots at all costs as they are extremely uncomfortable.
Well I'm off to lunch now, just having cleaned up rom a morning dip in the Med. The water's fine. Also Israel finally has an Olympic medal. Bronze in windsurfing.
1) The version in use by most of the French Army is the G1, this is the model with the built in bipod and which utilizes proprietory magazines. The G2 version which takes STANAG magazines (That's M-16 compatible, NATO standard magazines for those of you who are not airsoft. gun junkies.) is mostly used by the French Navy and by special units.
2) It's heavy. With a magazine it wieghs in at around 4 kilos, compared with the 2.5-ish and M4 weighs. This is Jean's only complaint.
3) The paddle safety in front of the trigger switches the weapon from safe, to semi and auto. An additional knob on the stock toggles either full auto or 3 round burst.
4) There are flip up rear sights. Open for up to 50 meters and two apertures for medium and long range respectively. Mounting optics is a pain in the rear and needs major work.
5) The barrel is on the heavy side to allow the firing of rifle grenades. The current issue grenades have a bullet-proof plate in the back allowing the to be launched with regular ammo rather than a special cartrige.
As an additional note on French Army kit, he reccomends avoiding French military boots at all costs as they are extremely uncomfortable.
Well I'm off to lunch now, just having cleaned up rom a morning dip in the Med. The water's fine. Also Israel finally has an Olympic medal. Bronze in windsurfing.
Friday, August 22, 2008
A brief word on weapons
Most of the weapons I saw in use with IDF soldiers are not in fact M4's as they appear initially. Closer inspection reveals that they lack the brass deflector, have a slightly different forward assist and have a different barrel. I got a close look at a few and the factory mark reads "M-16 A1." However, they do have an M4 length barrel (or shorter) the telescoping stock (aslo slightly different from the M4) and the barrel has different external charectaristics. The hand guards are also A2 style.
True there are M4's in service, but not as many. I also saw far fewer red dot sights than I thought.
I only saw 4 or 5 Tavors. I talked with Ron about them and apparently they are not quite as soldier proof as people would like. Something which may be slowing the adoption.
Gotta go, people waiting to use the hotel's compter. Later I'll have feedback on the FAMAS from a French Army veteran.
True there are M4's in service, but not as many. I also saw far fewer red dot sights than I thought.
I only saw 4 or 5 Tavors. I talked with Ron about them and apparently they are not quite as soldier proof as people would like. Something which may be slowing the adoption.
Gotta go, people waiting to use the hotel's compter. Later I'll have feedback on the FAMAS from a French Army veteran.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Turns out Wifi signals are harder to find than I thought
I'm really sorry I haven't updated this more. I simply haven't had the opportunity either due to being busy, or not having any wifi signals. To make up for that, here's 2 weeks worth of posts. Photos will follow once I get home from the two weeks of weddings.
080811 1040 Israeli Time
Well I did get to play some airsoft after all. I felt much better on Saturday and got in a couple small games with Ron and his team. I'll relate more on that later.
Sunday I felt much better and linked up with the Sar El program. Myself and eight other men were placed with the Magav- the Israeli Border Police at a base somewhere in the Afula area. I don't know how much I can get into with regards to location specifics but to say that on three separate occasions we've heard large booms that seem to be the work of Israeli combat engineers.
Spartan accommodations describes this to a tee. I'm sleeping on a 3 inch foam mattress dated 2003. I have no sheets, but I got a sleeping bag from supply to use as a bottom sheet. No pillow, so I'm using a pillowcase filled with my clothes. No screen in the window, no working A/C. Last night we left the door to our room open to get some airflow. My sleep was constantly interrupted by the soldiers speaking, yelling, joking with each other and the clack of weapons being cleaned and prepped. As someone who likes racking the bolt on his airsoft guns I've got to say, none of them are as loud at the bolt on an M- 6 being racked repeatedly a 0300 right outside your room.
Sleep as it turns out wasn't my big problem. My diarrhea came back this morning with a vengeance. I missed the morning flag ceremony and the morning's work. The base medic took a look at me, checked my vitals and dispensed some soldier strength Immodium. I'll try working after lunch. In the meantime I'm drinking a lot of water. I feel kind of ashamed because of this. I know I can't help it and not knowing what made me sick I can't say I could have avoided it. All I can think is that I'm being a burden right now instead of an asset. Something which is the opposite of everything I wanted to do this trip.
I'm sharing my room with a middle age American railway worker(Who voted for Kinky Friedman) , a 28 year old French Army reservist and another Frenchman whom I don't know a lot about. We also have two guys from down under, one from Kiwi and one Aussie from Tazmania. So far I can see some of the usual group dynamics, some people lead more, some follow more and some are just along for the ride. I haven't yet figured out where I stand.
080812 1600 Israeli Time
The Magav is Israel's border police. They are pretty much what you'd get if you combined the US Border Patrol and US Marine Corps. The people on our base patrol the border of the West Bank, conduct operations in Israeli controlled parts of the West Bank including combat operations. This base also houses the Israeli military court which tries Palestinians from certain areas who commit crimes against Israel. These can range from illegal entry, theft, etc. up to terrorism such as bombings.
Yesterday, after cleaning up the area around the court we were allowed to observe part of a trial on the charge of attempted murder. the defendant looked about my age, perhaps younger. Sitting two rows in front of our group were a man and a woman, the man looked like his father, the woman could have been the defendant's mother or grandmother. Due to the seriousness of the crime there were 3 judges who would decide the case as opposed to one for minor cases.
While I liked the idea that we could see this I was pretty pissed off by the conduct of some in my group. They seemed to treat is as a spectacle, as entertainment, on kept asking if he could take photos. I found it very disrespectful to the court and to defendant and his family. It seemed like we were mocking them in a way.
Today I've been working in the kitchen doing a heck of a lot of cleaning, The base's main meal is lunch because the court personnel do not overnight at the base. In talking o repeat Sar-El volunteers the chow at this base seems above average. Probably because of the court and the fact that the Magav here do combat operations. Good food keeps up morale. With that in mind I didn't terribly mind the constant grind and sweat of the kitchen. Though when the time came to unload the food truck I smartly positioned myself at the end of the relay so that I was the one stowing the cartons of food in the walk in refrigerator.
The cast of characters:
T'chia ( Teh-Hia)- Our Madricha (Leader), she's the IDF soldier assigned to take care of our group, arrange things, see that we're well and working. Nice girl, good English, sometimes a bit scatter-brained. Somewhat stocky figure.
Jean/John- A Frenchman from the Toulouse area. He's a veteran of the French army and thinking of moving to Israel. He's a Gentile.
Yaniv- The other Frenchman. Not the best English, fluent Hebrew. he tends to use that to go off on his own with the Israelis much to the consternation of others. He's not someoen I like to entrust with the key to our room.
Art/ Arthur- A Texan on his second marriage. he works for the railroad and voted for Kinky Freidman in Texas' last election. He and I get along wonderfully despite about 30 years difference in age. This is his third Sar El trip.
Mark- Mark's done over five Sar El's and has written a book about the Sar El experience. I plan on picking up a copy and late4r picking his brain about the process.
Brad- I have a hard time figuring him out. He's a tall middle age man with a very soft voice and a manner that makes me wonder if he wasn't out in the sun too long. He was on the first Sar El that our base had about a month ago.
More to come later.
2100 Hours
I'll continue the rogue's gallery another time. For now I'll talk a little about a typical day here at the place I'm calling Fort Apache. ( As I said before, I don't know how specific I can get about the location, but that name should give you a clue as to the neighborhood. ) There are two details, outdoor detail and kitchen detail. Outdoor detail has mostly been doing things like trimming plants, pulling weeds and sweeping up pigeon crap. Kitchen detail is... yeah in the kitchen. Mainly cleaning, but also doing some food prep.
Anyway, kitchen crew has to report for work at 0730 to set up a small breakfast for the volunteers. This base does not normally serve breakfast. Then it's cleanup and prepping lunch, which is the big meal of the day. Lunch is also he only meat meal of the day. Once lunch is clean up kitchen crew is released until 1700 when they report to prepare dinner which resembles a typical American diner breakfast with eggs and fried potatoes being the main attraction. The outdoor crew is released from work around 15:30-1700 and has a chance to relax and clean up before dinner.
At 19:30 both teams get back together for an evening activity. Last night it was M-16 night, a brief rundown of the M-16 rifle, it's operation, parts and shooting positions. I managed to keep my mouth shut most of the time. Tonight it was the bomb squad who live in the barracks behind us. They showed us real (rendered safe) devices as well as reproductions. They also took responsibility for the two explosions we heard our first night on base. We got to try on some of their body armor and test drive the smaller of the two robots they keep on hand. On the first try I was able to pick up a brick with the manipulator arm and move it a few feet before setting it back down in a standing position. A light touch is key. When that fails, the robot does have a 12 gauge shotgun.
Right now I can hear some of the soldiers singing some traditional songs. I think I heard “Dayenu” a few minutes ago. I'm a little too tired from running around the kitchen all day to remember the others. It sounds loud, boisterous and fun. I can really get a sense of their camaraderie.
From the first 5 minutes on base I decided to give up on being clean. I've worn the same pair of socks every day, changed my underwear once. It sounds disgusting, but there simply is no point in trying to be clean here. Between the weather and the work I'm constantly sweating and stinking. Showers are a nice way to end the day, but in the morning they're an exercise in futility. My ill-fitting uniform could probably stand on its own and I'm kind of looking forward to turning it in at the end of the week. At the same time, I'm kind of attached to it and not in the, “Oh G-d it's not coming off,” sense, although that is a real possibility.
Well, time to enjoy the evening air and the five minutes of clean feeling my shower gives me.
080813 14:45 Israeli time
Tomorrow we're leaving the base for day trip to a water park in Holon, near Tel Aviv. All the Sar El groups will be there so in addition to cooling off there will be programs and maybe some networking. Afterwards we'll be released for the weekend. Contrary to what I though I'd do I find myself registered at the soldier's hostel in Jerusalem. I figure I'll save tel Aviv for the last weekend because it will be easier to make my flight. And by then the hotel bill will be quite easy for me to justify. In the meantime I'll see Jerusalem on shabbos, wander around the shuk, maybe go to the Israel Museum. I'll probably pick up some militaria at Mr. T's on Ben Yehuda for myself and the airsoft crew. I also plan on partying it up on Saturday night.
I don't have to be back at the kitchen until 1700, but won't bother showering until the evening. It really doesn't pay until all the day's work is done.
It's kind of odd that I've paid several thousand dollars to come halfway around the world to scrub huge pots and pans, pull weeds and generally do other work that i wouldn't want to be paid for in the States. But for some reason doing those jobs here gives me a sense of pride I haven't had in a while. I'm helping to feed Jewish soldiers. I'm helping to make their difficult military service better. I'm physically standing up for what I believe in. It sounds corny when I say it, but when I feel it it's anything but.
Did you know that when they raise the each morning here they don't sing Hatikva? Why do they need to? They're living it. For these few weeks, so am I. Another thing that I just realized yesterday- the bred on the tables at the cheder ochel (mess hall) is rye bread. Fairly good rye bread too, but no seeds. And no corned beef in sight.
22:16 Israeli time
This is what being on a combat base is. I just watched a dozen or so troops armor up, gear up and head out to do a mission on the other side of the border. Less than five hours ago I was serving them spaghetti. I hardly know these guys but I find myself quite concerned for them. I wouldn't mind if they woke me up in three hours and I don't sleep a wink tonight. As long as all of them come back. I can't wait up for them, hey packed several boxes of food so they plan to be out quite a while. This is a small fraction of something I've never had to deal with. The relative or close friend going on a tour of duty to a war zone. Seeing a friend from way back depart on a mission not knowing what may happen. I know I tend to be overly emotional about a lot of things but with this kind of thing going on, how can I not?
080815 20 45 Israeli time Shabbat shalom
I guess I figured out the reason for coming back to Jerusalem despite having every reason in the world to either go play airsoft or sit on the tel Aviv beach with an umbrella drink. It's part of the whole “promise keeping” reason I came here again. One directive I gave myself was, “Walk the same ground (As I did 10 years ago with the youth group.)” It's a little redundant as going to the Kotel with my father, walking down Ben Yehuda Street or the main drag in the Armenian Quarter all fulfill the letter of the directive. But I was after something different. Something specific to myself and fewer than 40 other people on planet earth. So tonight I found a holy place- it has been used for prayer before and I said what I needed to say.
“I'm back. It took me ten long years but I'm back. I'm here as my own man. Grown, self reliant and good at heart. I kept this promise. I will keep others. I hope it won't take ten years.”
See, that place in Independence Park, near a concrete rectangle on the ground, between some trees with enough room for 30 people to sit in a circle is where we did Shabbat services the first weekend our group was in Yerushalayim. Funny how I got more chocked up there than at the Kotel. I guess holiness is wherever you find it, especially from within.
One of the other directives I gave myself was much more earthly. On the way to do that service we walked past a bunch of sidewalk cafes with people eating good food and drinking good beer. So I found a place that's actually open on Friday nights had a couple Stella Artois a decent sandwich and people watched for a couple hours. I think this trip is the last hurrah of “Eli the loaner.”
When I was growing up I had very few friends. I was and am extremely self conscious and so afraid to slip up and bring the inevitable ridicule that I just came to depend on myself at the expense of interpersonal relationships. If I get one thing out of this trip I hope it is the memory of this as my last solo expedition. Next time I need someone else. Friend, girlfriend or family I don't care. Some things just need to be experienced with someone you care about. I think this is one of those things. So ladies- You know where to find me and what I'd like you to wear. Gentlemen- well, just bring beer if we can't get the ladies to come out.
I spent most of the day wandering the area around the old city. I did pretty well in the Jewish and Armenian quarters and by myself didn't have the stones to go into the others. Next time. I did well for myself at the market on Jaffa street. Some tea and bread for Shabbat and black jelly beans for the back on the base. all for under $15. I guess that's the kind of deal I could get at the public marked in Rochester- if I were ever awake for it.
The airsofters out there will be happy to know I hit up the two surplus stores near Ben Yehuda. I bought a pair of IDF trousers to replace the earlier ones I bought and outgrew, but also to guarantee that I'll have a pair of pants that fits me for this week as opposed to last week's flood pants. The trousers are not the most recent pattern (There's a reason it's called “surplus.”) but I've noticed at least 3 distinct patterns of uniforms in use sometimes within the same unit, sometimes mixed and matched on the same soldier. So as long as the cut is right and the pockets are in the right place it works., I would like to find a Magav uniform for airsoft use. In additions to being grey rather than green the Magav uniform has two important differences that I really like.
1)The option for a short sleeved shirt.
2)A zippered fly as opposed to a button one. Needless to say, this matters a hell of a lot more to me than sleeve length.
080817 21:04 Israeli time
This is going to sound weird but for the last three days I've actually missed my accommodations at the Magav base. I missed the lack of sheets, the stuffiness, the bugs, the now familiar noises. I missed the people, the soldiers I recognize, now they nod as we pass. We volunteers seem to have been allowed more respect after the first week. I missed my constant companions. Jean and Art. Yaniv has gone to another base and we're all more or less happy to be rid of him. Everyone works better now. It seems like the times' passing very quickly, like the last week of school or summer camp.
I know my contact with home has sucked. I haven't found all the WiFi hot spots I thought I would. Truth be told, I've been too busy to be bothered much by it.
My Canonet shit the bed on me the other day in Jerusalem. I've gotten less than three full rolls through it. I know I'll take all the film home because I can use that in other cameras. As much as i want to bring the camera home and maybe get it repaired I will most likely leave it here. It was purchased at a garage sale to be expendable and it was always somewhat unreliable. The real downside is that I really like having a rangefinder in the arsenal and replacing this is going to cost me a lot. Hasselbald Widelux anyone?
080820 16:45 Israeli time
This will be my last entry from the base. Today was our last full day of work. Tomorrow at about 1300 we'll board a bus for Tel Aviv and go our separate ways. Most of my time here has been spend in the kitchen doing many, many rounds of dishes. Yesterday I got to do some cooking which I found much more satisfying. especially because the troops really liked the food. I think I'll try making some schnitzels at home. Feeding 3 or 4 people will be much easier than 3-400. I got out of the kitchen and did some weeding followed by helping Art (one of my bunkmates) do some painting. We painted two reasonably identical representations of the military court insignia flanking a saluting soldier. It took some creativity because the only colors we had to work with were red, green and yellow.
Tonight is a special dinner, we're having a barbecue. We'll also be exchanging contact information, there will be many kind words and who knows, maybe tears. We all chipped in to get Techiya our Madricha some jewelry.
Tomorrow Art and I will be splitting a room at a hotel in tel Aviv, he flies out on Saturday, I fly out a day later. I don't mind paying full shot for a night in a decent hotel at peak rates. If anything, I'm looking forward to it.
I suspect I'll spend a very long time coming to terms with exactly what I got out of this trip. For right now, I'll simply say pride in a job well done and pride in myself for not disappointing. As with the first Israel trip, much of this will take years to work itself out. But this time I'm far more prepared for that process.
080821 16:45 Israeli time
I'm now at the Hotel Adiv in Tel Aviv where I will be staying for the next three nights. The room is small, the price high, but since I'm way under budget I don't really care. We're a block from the beach and a short walk to the Carmel market. Tomorrow I'm planning on taking a longer walk to the IDF museum.
As expected, parting with the group was bitter sweet. I now know that if I ever get to New Zealand I have a place I can stay. I'll certainly make an effort to try yo keep in touch with most of the people on the trip, although two of them will most likely fall by the wayside. I guess that's pretty good. Six out of eight fall into the “cool” category, and two are in the, “Well, I could live with them for 2 weeks,” category.
080811 1040 Israeli Time
Well I did get to play some airsoft after all. I felt much better on Saturday and got in a couple small games with Ron and his team. I'll relate more on that later.
Sunday I felt much better and linked up with the Sar El program. Myself and eight other men were placed with the Magav- the Israeli Border Police at a base somewhere in the Afula area. I don't know how much I can get into with regards to location specifics but to say that on three separate occasions we've heard large booms that seem to be the work of Israeli combat engineers.
Spartan accommodations describes this to a tee. I'm sleeping on a 3 inch foam mattress dated 2003. I have no sheets, but I got a sleeping bag from supply to use as a bottom sheet. No pillow, so I'm using a pillowcase filled with my clothes. No screen in the window, no working A/C. Last night we left the door to our room open to get some airflow. My sleep was constantly interrupted by the soldiers speaking, yelling, joking with each other and the clack of weapons being cleaned and prepped. As someone who likes racking the bolt on his airsoft guns I've got to say, none of them are as loud at the bolt on an M- 6 being racked repeatedly a 0300 right outside your room.
Sleep as it turns out wasn't my big problem. My diarrhea came back this morning with a vengeance. I missed the morning flag ceremony and the morning's work. The base medic took a look at me, checked my vitals and dispensed some soldier strength Immodium. I'll try working after lunch. In the meantime I'm drinking a lot of water. I feel kind of ashamed because of this. I know I can't help it and not knowing what made me sick I can't say I could have avoided it. All I can think is that I'm being a burden right now instead of an asset. Something which is the opposite of everything I wanted to do this trip.
I'm sharing my room with a middle age American railway worker(Who voted for Kinky Friedman) , a 28 year old French Army reservist and another Frenchman whom I don't know a lot about. We also have two guys from down under, one from Kiwi and one Aussie from Tazmania. So far I can see some of the usual group dynamics, some people lead more, some follow more and some are just along for the ride. I haven't yet figured out where I stand.
080812 1600 Israeli Time
The Magav is Israel's border police. They are pretty much what you'd get if you combined the US Border Patrol and US Marine Corps. The people on our base patrol the border of the West Bank, conduct operations in Israeli controlled parts of the West Bank including combat operations. This base also houses the Israeli military court which tries Palestinians from certain areas who commit crimes against Israel. These can range from illegal entry, theft, etc. up to terrorism such as bombings.
Yesterday, after cleaning up the area around the court we were allowed to observe part of a trial on the charge of attempted murder. the defendant looked about my age, perhaps younger. Sitting two rows in front of our group were a man and a woman, the man looked like his father, the woman could have been the defendant's mother or grandmother. Due to the seriousness of the crime there were 3 judges who would decide the case as opposed to one for minor cases.
While I liked the idea that we could see this I was pretty pissed off by the conduct of some in my group. They seemed to treat is as a spectacle, as entertainment, on kept asking if he could take photos. I found it very disrespectful to the court and to defendant and his family. It seemed like we were mocking them in a way.
Today I've been working in the kitchen doing a heck of a lot of cleaning, The base's main meal is lunch because the court personnel do not overnight at the base. In talking o repeat Sar-El volunteers the chow at this base seems above average. Probably because of the court and the fact that the Magav here do combat operations. Good food keeps up morale. With that in mind I didn't terribly mind the constant grind and sweat of the kitchen. Though when the time came to unload the food truck I smartly positioned myself at the end of the relay so that I was the one stowing the cartons of food in the walk in refrigerator.
The cast of characters:
T'chia ( Teh-Hia)- Our Madricha (Leader), she's the IDF soldier assigned to take care of our group, arrange things, see that we're well and working. Nice girl, good English, sometimes a bit scatter-brained. Somewhat stocky figure.
Jean/John- A Frenchman from the Toulouse area. He's a veteran of the French army and thinking of moving to Israel. He's a Gentile.
Yaniv- The other Frenchman. Not the best English, fluent Hebrew. he tends to use that to go off on his own with the Israelis much to the consternation of others. He's not someoen I like to entrust with the key to our room.
Art/ Arthur- A Texan on his second marriage. he works for the railroad and voted for Kinky Freidman in Texas' last election. He and I get along wonderfully despite about 30 years difference in age. This is his third Sar El trip.
Mark- Mark's done over five Sar El's and has written a book about the Sar El experience. I plan on picking up a copy and late4r picking his brain about the process.
Brad- I have a hard time figuring him out. He's a tall middle age man with a very soft voice and a manner that makes me wonder if he wasn't out in the sun too long. He was on the first Sar El that our base had about a month ago.
More to come later.
2100 Hours
I'll continue the rogue's gallery another time. For now I'll talk a little about a typical day here at the place I'm calling Fort Apache. ( As I said before, I don't know how specific I can get about the location, but that name should give you a clue as to the neighborhood. ) There are two details, outdoor detail and kitchen detail. Outdoor detail has mostly been doing things like trimming plants, pulling weeds and sweeping up pigeon crap. Kitchen detail is... yeah in the kitchen. Mainly cleaning, but also doing some food prep.
Anyway, kitchen crew has to report for work at 0730 to set up a small breakfast for the volunteers. This base does not normally serve breakfast. Then it's cleanup and prepping lunch, which is the big meal of the day. Lunch is also he only meat meal of the day. Once lunch is clean up kitchen crew is released until 1700 when they report to prepare dinner which resembles a typical American diner breakfast with eggs and fried potatoes being the main attraction. The outdoor crew is released from work around 15:30-1700 and has a chance to relax and clean up before dinner.
At 19:30 both teams get back together for an evening activity. Last night it was M-16 night, a brief rundown of the M-16 rifle, it's operation, parts and shooting positions. I managed to keep my mouth shut most of the time. Tonight it was the bomb squad who live in the barracks behind us. They showed us real (rendered safe) devices as well as reproductions. They also took responsibility for the two explosions we heard our first night on base. We got to try on some of their body armor and test drive the smaller of the two robots they keep on hand. On the first try I was able to pick up a brick with the manipulator arm and move it a few feet before setting it back down in a standing position. A light touch is key. When that fails, the robot does have a 12 gauge shotgun.
Right now I can hear some of the soldiers singing some traditional songs. I think I heard “Dayenu” a few minutes ago. I'm a little too tired from running around the kitchen all day to remember the others. It sounds loud, boisterous and fun. I can really get a sense of their camaraderie.
From the first 5 minutes on base I decided to give up on being clean. I've worn the same pair of socks every day, changed my underwear once. It sounds disgusting, but there simply is no point in trying to be clean here. Between the weather and the work I'm constantly sweating and stinking. Showers are a nice way to end the day, but in the morning they're an exercise in futility. My ill-fitting uniform could probably stand on its own and I'm kind of looking forward to turning it in at the end of the week. At the same time, I'm kind of attached to it and not in the, “Oh G-d it's not coming off,” sense, although that is a real possibility.
Well, time to enjoy the evening air and the five minutes of clean feeling my shower gives me.
080813 14:45 Israeli time
Tomorrow we're leaving the base for day trip to a water park in Holon, near Tel Aviv. All the Sar El groups will be there so in addition to cooling off there will be programs and maybe some networking. Afterwards we'll be released for the weekend. Contrary to what I though I'd do I find myself registered at the soldier's hostel in Jerusalem. I figure I'll save tel Aviv for the last weekend because it will be easier to make my flight. And by then the hotel bill will be quite easy for me to justify. In the meantime I'll see Jerusalem on shabbos, wander around the shuk, maybe go to the Israel Museum. I'll probably pick up some militaria at Mr. T's on Ben Yehuda for myself and the airsoft crew. I also plan on partying it up on Saturday night.
I don't have to be back at the kitchen until 1700, but won't bother showering until the evening. It really doesn't pay until all the day's work is done.
It's kind of odd that I've paid several thousand dollars to come halfway around the world to scrub huge pots and pans, pull weeds and generally do other work that i wouldn't want to be paid for in the States. But for some reason doing those jobs here gives me a sense of pride I haven't had in a while. I'm helping to feed Jewish soldiers. I'm helping to make their difficult military service better. I'm physically standing up for what I believe in. It sounds corny when I say it, but when I feel it it's anything but.
Did you know that when they raise the each morning here they don't sing Hatikva? Why do they need to? They're living it. For these few weeks, so am I. Another thing that I just realized yesterday- the bred on the tables at the cheder ochel (mess hall) is rye bread. Fairly good rye bread too, but no seeds. And no corned beef in sight.
22:16 Israeli time
This is what being on a combat base is. I just watched a dozen or so troops armor up, gear up and head out to do a mission on the other side of the border. Less than five hours ago I was serving them spaghetti. I hardly know these guys but I find myself quite concerned for them. I wouldn't mind if they woke me up in three hours and I don't sleep a wink tonight. As long as all of them come back. I can't wait up for them, hey packed several boxes of food so they plan to be out quite a while. This is a small fraction of something I've never had to deal with. The relative or close friend going on a tour of duty to a war zone. Seeing a friend from way back depart on a mission not knowing what may happen. I know I tend to be overly emotional about a lot of things but with this kind of thing going on, how can I not?
080815 20 45 Israeli time Shabbat shalom
I guess I figured out the reason for coming back to Jerusalem despite having every reason in the world to either go play airsoft or sit on the tel Aviv beach with an umbrella drink. It's part of the whole “promise keeping” reason I came here again. One directive I gave myself was, “Walk the same ground (As I did 10 years ago with the youth group.)” It's a little redundant as going to the Kotel with my father, walking down Ben Yehuda Street or the main drag in the Armenian Quarter all fulfill the letter of the directive. But I was after something different. Something specific to myself and fewer than 40 other people on planet earth. So tonight I found a holy place- it has been used for prayer before and I said what I needed to say.
“I'm back. It took me ten long years but I'm back. I'm here as my own man. Grown, self reliant and good at heart. I kept this promise. I will keep others. I hope it won't take ten years.”
See, that place in Independence Park, near a concrete rectangle on the ground, between some trees with enough room for 30 people to sit in a circle is where we did Shabbat services the first weekend our group was in Yerushalayim. Funny how I got more chocked up there than at the Kotel. I guess holiness is wherever you find it, especially from within.
One of the other directives I gave myself was much more earthly. On the way to do that service we walked past a bunch of sidewalk cafes with people eating good food and drinking good beer. So I found a place that's actually open on Friday nights had a couple Stella Artois a decent sandwich and people watched for a couple hours. I think this trip is the last hurrah of “Eli the loaner.”
When I was growing up I had very few friends. I was and am extremely self conscious and so afraid to slip up and bring the inevitable ridicule that I just came to depend on myself at the expense of interpersonal relationships. If I get one thing out of this trip I hope it is the memory of this as my last solo expedition. Next time I need someone else. Friend, girlfriend or family I don't care. Some things just need to be experienced with someone you care about. I think this is one of those things. So ladies- You know where to find me and what I'd like you to wear. Gentlemen- well, just bring beer if we can't get the ladies to come out.
I spent most of the day wandering the area around the old city. I did pretty well in the Jewish and Armenian quarters and by myself didn't have the stones to go into the others. Next time. I did well for myself at the market on Jaffa street. Some tea and bread for Shabbat and black jelly beans for the back on the base. all for under $15. I guess that's the kind of deal I could get at the public marked in Rochester- if I were ever awake for it.
The airsofters out there will be happy to know I hit up the two surplus stores near Ben Yehuda. I bought a pair of IDF trousers to replace the earlier ones I bought and outgrew, but also to guarantee that I'll have a pair of pants that fits me for this week as opposed to last week's flood pants. The trousers are not the most recent pattern (There's a reason it's called “surplus.”) but I've noticed at least 3 distinct patterns of uniforms in use sometimes within the same unit, sometimes mixed and matched on the same soldier. So as long as the cut is right and the pockets are in the right place it works., I would like to find a Magav uniform for airsoft use. In additions to being grey rather than green the Magav uniform has two important differences that I really like.
1)The option for a short sleeved shirt.
2)A zippered fly as opposed to a button one. Needless to say, this matters a hell of a lot more to me than sleeve length.
080817 21:04 Israeli time
This is going to sound weird but for the last three days I've actually missed my accommodations at the Magav base. I missed the lack of sheets, the stuffiness, the bugs, the now familiar noises. I missed the people, the soldiers I recognize, now they nod as we pass. We volunteers seem to have been allowed more respect after the first week. I missed my constant companions. Jean and Art. Yaniv has gone to another base and we're all more or less happy to be rid of him. Everyone works better now. It seems like the times' passing very quickly, like the last week of school or summer camp.
I know my contact with home has sucked. I haven't found all the WiFi hot spots I thought I would. Truth be told, I've been too busy to be bothered much by it.
My Canonet shit the bed on me the other day in Jerusalem. I've gotten less than three full rolls through it. I know I'll take all the film home because I can use that in other cameras. As much as i want to bring the camera home and maybe get it repaired I will most likely leave it here. It was purchased at a garage sale to be expendable and it was always somewhat unreliable. The real downside is that I really like having a rangefinder in the arsenal and replacing this is going to cost me a lot. Hasselbald Widelux anyone?
080820 16:45 Israeli time
This will be my last entry from the base. Today was our last full day of work. Tomorrow at about 1300 we'll board a bus for Tel Aviv and go our separate ways. Most of my time here has been spend in the kitchen doing many, many rounds of dishes. Yesterday I got to do some cooking which I found much more satisfying. especially because the troops really liked the food. I think I'll try making some schnitzels at home. Feeding 3 or 4 people will be much easier than 3-400. I got out of the kitchen and did some weeding followed by helping Art (one of my bunkmates) do some painting. We painted two reasonably identical representations of the military court insignia flanking a saluting soldier. It took some creativity because the only colors we had to work with were red, green and yellow.
Tonight is a special dinner, we're having a barbecue. We'll also be exchanging contact information, there will be many kind words and who knows, maybe tears. We all chipped in to get Techiya our Madricha some jewelry.
Tomorrow Art and I will be splitting a room at a hotel in tel Aviv, he flies out on Saturday, I fly out a day later. I don't mind paying full shot for a night in a decent hotel at peak rates. If anything, I'm looking forward to it.
I suspect I'll spend a very long time coming to terms with exactly what I got out of this trip. For right now, I'll simply say pride in a job well done and pride in myself for not disappointing. As with the first Israel trip, much of this will take years to work itself out. But this time I'm far more prepared for that process.
080821 16:45 Israeli time
I'm now at the Hotel Adiv in Tel Aviv where I will be staying for the next three nights. The room is small, the price high, but since I'm way under budget I don't really care. We're a block from the beach and a short walk to the Carmel market. Tomorrow I'm planning on taking a longer walk to the IDF museum.
As expected, parting with the group was bitter sweet. I now know that if I ever get to New Zealand I have a place I can stay. I'll certainly make an effort to try yo keep in touch with most of the people on the trip, although two of them will most likely fall by the wayside. I guess that's pretty good. Six out of eight fall into the “cool” category, and two are in the, “Well, I could live with them for 2 weeks,” category.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Holy wall of text Batman!!!
All Dates are in YYMMDD format.
080803 23:21 EST
Since I was dropped off at the airport things have been a kind of blur. I think things are only going to get more blurry. Before that I just want to write down some thoughts.
1)Several chairs down from me in the main concourse of the Rochester airport there was an attractive woman in her late 20's reading. She was wearing huge, black Audrey Hepburn style sunglasses. She was giving off the things aren't right vibe. As she got u to go to her flight she took off the glasses and wiped tears from her eyes. I guess airports are full of people with sad stories.2)The El Al counter at JFK's terminal 4 is easy to find, just locate the Emirates Air counter, and go in the opposite direction as far as you can. Really.3)Not all the ticket agents are highly trained crack security operatives. Unless “New, hardly trained, and doesn't want to be there,” is what they're using as a cover.4)So far my film hasn't been zapped. They almost did at JFK, but for the one roll of 1600 speed I put in there. For reference, it doesn't matter what the ISO of the film is, X-rays still damage it. Lower ISO's just take more exposure to show the damage. Not knowing how many times it might get zapped this trip I'd like to avoid it where I can,5)Terminal 4 at JFK needs a major air conditioning upgrade. 6)There's an Emirates A380 parked next to an L1011 out on the apron and the A380 just dwarfs the other jet. That thing's freakin' huge.
That's it for now, hopefully the next post will be from Israel. Of course, I probably won't be able to post this until I get there as I can't find a free wifi hotspot.
23:42
It was dark by the time I got into NYC. As we climbed out of Rochester the sun was at a perfect angle behind us. Every tiny little feature on the ground cast a shadow. Where there are usually flat fields, there were small gently rolling hills. As the in flight map placed us in over the Catskills I looked out at the isolated patches of lights and thought, “Somewhere down there, my grandparents sleep. I wonder what they'd think of me now. I hope they'd approve.”
As we got closer to NYC, there were more lights, first large blobs, then continuous masses. Most were the orange of sodium vapor street lights. But every so often there were patches of white. As we got lower I could figure out what each color represented. Orange for a school parking lot, white for a car dealership. An orange industrial park, a white sports park or shopping mall. We landed from the south after flying near Newark. “Hmm, somewhere done there are living relatives,” I thought.
080804 23:00 Israel Time
Not having checked luggage is definitely the way to go. Once I was able to de-plane from row 54G of one of El Al's 777's I was able to leave all the people who got off in front of me in the dust. Got through passport control, was waved through customs, found an ATM, figured out how to get shekels out of it and then went looking for a place to buy a phone card. Less than a minute into that I heard, “Hey! Eli!” There was Ron and one of his buddies. After all the BS with getting on the flight in NY, once I got to Israel everything went perfectly. Except for the weather. It's supposed to be a dry heat. I got screwed.
As we were getting near Hadera Ron says, “I need to take a shortcut and it's coming up right about...now,” he said as he turned through a break in the main road's guardrail. Suddenly we're screaming down a dirt road at night away from anyone else that I could see. The first thought that came to mind was, “Well, this is where I end up face down in a ditch.” Which was closely followed by, “It's a good thing I don't have to piss right now, because this dirt road is not doing me any favors.”
080806 2300 Israeli time
I'll let the pictures do most of the talking for yesterday. Suffice it to say, there are fish in the Kinneret (That's “Sea of Galilee” to some of you) which look and act a lot like perch. If I'd tasted perch before I could compare that as well. Beer, friends and fishing, it really doesn't get much better than that.
Today we went to Jerusalem to the Kotel. (Western Wall) Once again the thing that struck me the most is how little I felt. I don't know if it's a lack of faith, but I just don't feel any sense of wonder, holiness or anything like that. It frustrates me both that I don't and that other people do. So I put tzedakah in the box, notes in the wall and I stood there for a minute touching the stones that have been worn smooth thinking about the many hands that have been there before and wondering if they got any more out of it than I and iff so, what, and how?
After a nice meet and greet with my cousin and her husband we went to the armor museum at Latrun. So Mr. Jimi, consider yourself 1-up'd.
080808 15:45 Israeli Time
Shit happens. As I found out today, if you eat the wrong thing on the other side of the world, it happens a lot. After a few hours of digestive fun and not being able to keep anything down Ron and his father took me to their family doctor. After about 5 minutes he said I ate some bad stuff and put me on a medicine called Kalbeten. (Bismuth Subsalicylate 262 mg) Judging from the symptoms it treats it looks like Pepto in tablet form. So, I'm pretty much laid up for the rest of today and will probably only do light activity tomorrow. That means no airsoft. :( Also, no going out tonight to try picking up Israeli girls. Double :(
It sounds like there's a pretty good chance that I'll be good to go for Sar El on Sunday. If not this will really, really suck and all the fun I've had this week will be overshadowed. But since I feel much better now, I'm thinking the rest, air conditioning, medication and plenty of water will have me back in shape in a day or so.
I really can't say enough good things about Ron and his family. I'm staying in a private room, with an air conditioner and a full size bed. His mother's been feeding me in the stereotypical Jewish mother fashion. When my long pants were in the laundry, Ron's brother let me borrow a pair of his to wear to the Kotel. And, on top of all that, if I were on my own today for my illness, I would truly be up shit creek. I only hope if he visits America I can be such a good host.
080803 23:21 EST
Since I was dropped off at the airport things have been a kind of blur. I think things are only going to get more blurry. Before that I just want to write down some thoughts.
1)Several chairs down from me in the main concourse of the Rochester airport there was an attractive woman in her late 20's reading. She was wearing huge, black Audrey Hepburn style sunglasses. She was giving off the things aren't right vibe. As she got u to go to her flight she took off the glasses and wiped tears from her eyes. I guess airports are full of people with sad stories.2)The El Al counter at JFK's terminal 4 is easy to find, just locate the Emirates Air counter, and go in the opposite direction as far as you can. Really.3)Not all the ticket agents are highly trained crack security operatives. Unless “New, hardly trained, and doesn't want to be there,” is what they're using as a cover.4)So far my film hasn't been zapped. They almost did at JFK, but for the one roll of 1600 speed I put in there. For reference, it doesn't matter what the ISO of the film is, X-rays still damage it. Lower ISO's just take more exposure to show the damage. Not knowing how many times it might get zapped this trip I'd like to avoid it where I can,5)Terminal 4 at JFK needs a major air conditioning upgrade. 6)There's an Emirates A380 parked next to an L1011 out on the apron and the A380 just dwarfs the other jet. That thing's freakin' huge.
That's it for now, hopefully the next post will be from Israel. Of course, I probably won't be able to post this until I get there as I can't find a free wifi hotspot.
23:42
It was dark by the time I got into NYC. As we climbed out of Rochester the sun was at a perfect angle behind us. Every tiny little feature on the ground cast a shadow. Where there are usually flat fields, there were small gently rolling hills. As the in flight map placed us in over the Catskills I looked out at the isolated patches of lights and thought, “Somewhere down there, my grandparents sleep. I wonder what they'd think of me now. I hope they'd approve.”
As we got closer to NYC, there were more lights, first large blobs, then continuous masses. Most were the orange of sodium vapor street lights. But every so often there were patches of white. As we got lower I could figure out what each color represented. Orange for a school parking lot, white for a car dealership. An orange industrial park, a white sports park or shopping mall. We landed from the south after flying near Newark. “Hmm, somewhere done there are living relatives,” I thought.
080804 23:00 Israel Time
Not having checked luggage is definitely the way to go. Once I was able to de-plane from row 54G of one of El Al's 777's I was able to leave all the people who got off in front of me in the dust. Got through passport control, was waved through customs, found an ATM, figured out how to get shekels out of it and then went looking for a place to buy a phone card. Less than a minute into that I heard, “Hey! Eli!” There was Ron and one of his buddies. After all the BS with getting on the flight in NY, once I got to Israel everything went perfectly. Except for the weather. It's supposed to be a dry heat. I got screwed.
As we were getting near Hadera Ron says, “I need to take a shortcut and it's coming up right about...now,” he said as he turned through a break in the main road's guardrail. Suddenly we're screaming down a dirt road at night away from anyone else that I could see. The first thought that came to mind was, “Well, this is where I end up face down in a ditch.” Which was closely followed by, “It's a good thing I don't have to piss right now, because this dirt road is not doing me any favors.”
080806 2300 Israeli time
I'll let the pictures do most of the talking for yesterday. Suffice it to say, there are fish in the Kinneret (That's “Sea of Galilee” to some of you) which look and act a lot like perch. If I'd tasted perch before I could compare that as well. Beer, friends and fishing, it really doesn't get much better than that.
Today we went to Jerusalem to the Kotel. (Western Wall) Once again the thing that struck me the most is how little I felt. I don't know if it's a lack of faith, but I just don't feel any sense of wonder, holiness or anything like that. It frustrates me both that I don't and that other people do. So I put tzedakah in the box, notes in the wall and I stood there for a minute touching the stones that have been worn smooth thinking about the many hands that have been there before and wondering if they got any more out of it than I and iff so, what, and how?
After a nice meet and greet with my cousin and her husband we went to the armor museum at Latrun. So Mr. Jimi, consider yourself 1-up'd.
080808 15:45 Israeli Time
Shit happens. As I found out today, if you eat the wrong thing on the other side of the world, it happens a lot. After a few hours of digestive fun and not being able to keep anything down Ron and his father took me to their family doctor. After about 5 minutes he said I ate some bad stuff and put me on a medicine called Kalbeten. (Bismuth Subsalicylate 262 mg) Judging from the symptoms it treats it looks like Pepto in tablet form. So, I'm pretty much laid up for the rest of today and will probably only do light activity tomorrow. That means no airsoft. :( Also, no going out tonight to try picking up Israeli girls. Double :(
It sounds like there's a pretty good chance that I'll be good to go for Sar El on Sunday. If not this will really, really suck and all the fun I've had this week will be overshadowed. But since I feel much better now, I'm thinking the rest, air conditioning, medication and plenty of water will have me back in shape in a day or so.
I really can't say enough good things about Ron and his family. I'm staying in a private room, with an air conditioner and a full size bed. His mother's been feeding me in the stereotypical Jewish mother fashion. When my long pants were in the laundry, Ron's brother let me borrow a pair of his to wear to the Kotel. And, on top of all that, if I were on my own today for my illness, I would truly be up shit creek. I only hope if he visits America I can be such a good host.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Yet another odd thing
I am packing less stuff in terms of bags and volume of space to go halfway around the world than I do to drive 90 minutes for a weekend of airsoft. It's a good thing I'm not a gear-whore.
Meanwhile, my Eee PC is not recognizing the 16 GB card that came with it, so I can't use it to archive digital photos, although I can still transmit them to my Picassa account. The tech support guy hadn't heard of anything like this, and I could hear him looking through all the stuff. For some reason regardless or which card, or whether I use the internal drive or an external reader it's the same thing. This is what I get for saving $100 bucks by not getting the one with Windows. Live and learn, it's still going with me because it will fulfill several other requirements I have. (Being able to get online to contact you jokers, transmit images, work as a journal.)
So any of you who are techies- don't bother telling me what I need to do to fix it. At this point, I simply don't care, I'll fix it later. May this be my biggest hardship. Besides, I more film than I thought, so if all else fails we'll do this old school.
Meanwhile, my Eee PC is not recognizing the 16 GB card that came with it, so I can't use it to archive digital photos, although I can still transmit them to my Picassa account. The tech support guy hadn't heard of anything like this, and I could hear him looking through all the stuff. For some reason regardless or which card, or whether I use the internal drive or an external reader it's the same thing. This is what I get for saving $100 bucks by not getting the one with Windows. Live and learn, it's still going with me because it will fulfill several other requirements I have. (Being able to get online to contact you jokers, transmit images, work as a journal.)
So any of you who are techies- don't bother telling me what I need to do to fix it. At this point, I simply don't care, I'll fix it later. May this be my biggest hardship. Besides, I more film than I thought, so if all else fails we'll do this old school.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Packing list
8 Pairs boxer briefs
6 pairs low cut crew socks
4 pairs military grad boot socks
1 pair sneakers
1 pair USMC issue desert combat boots
3 pairs shorts
4 T shirts
2 button down short sleeve shirts
1 long sleeve fishing/outdoors shirt
1 pair khaki cargo pants
1 Voltage converter
1 Pentax Optio WP digital camera with 2gb memory card and battery charger
1 Canon Canonet film camera
Compact electronic flash unit
12 rolls of 35mm film, a mix of B&W, color print and color slide
2 Paperback novels (Dune and War of the Worlds)
iPod
Asus Eee PC 701 compact laptop with a 16gb SD card for storage and charger
2 flashlights
Toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, etc.
1 khaki boonie cap
4 copies of all my documentation (2 of which will be turned over to various program functionaries.)
15 feet of parachute cord for use as a laundry line
1 "sleep mask" (blindfold)
1 inflatable neck pillow
Multiple sets of earplugs
1 Yarmulke
Various airsoft related items.
Many things I have thought to take, written down and organized for paking but have not remembered for this particular list.
6 pairs low cut crew socks
4 pairs military grad boot socks
1 pair sneakers
1 pair USMC issue desert combat boots
3 pairs shorts
4 T shirts
2 button down short sleeve shirts
1 long sleeve fishing/outdoors shirt
1 pair khaki cargo pants
1 Voltage converter
1 Pentax Optio WP digital camera with 2gb memory card and battery charger
1 Canon Canonet film camera
Compact electronic flash unit
12 rolls of 35mm film, a mix of B&W, color print and color slide
2 Paperback novels (Dune and War of the Worlds)
iPod
Asus Eee PC 701 compact laptop with a 16gb SD card for storage and charger
2 flashlights
Toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, etc.
1 khaki boonie cap
4 copies of all my documentation (2 of which will be turned over to various program functionaries.)
15 feet of parachute cord for use as a laundry line
1 "sleep mask" (blindfold)
1 inflatable neck pillow
Multiple sets of earplugs
1 Yarmulke
Various airsoft related items.
Many things I have thought to take, written down and organized for paking but have not remembered for this particular list.
Gotta start somewhere
Hi,
Welcome to my little corner of the blogosphere. This is going to start out as a journal and repository of thoughts and happenings from my upcoming (4 days and counting) trip to Israel. Afterwards it will morph into a showcase and sounding board for photography, airsoft and other things I find important.
What you won't find here (At least I hope not.) are some of the major tropes of blogging. No religion. No politics. No music. No, "My girlfriend left me for a guy with a Harley and a "Born To Kill" tattoo." I'd like to be a little more creative than that. I'm also going to try to live up to another rule: I will not say anything about someone on this blog that I would not say to them in person.
Sit back, relax, enjoy the show.
Welcome to my little corner of the blogosphere. This is going to start out as a journal and repository of thoughts and happenings from my upcoming (4 days and counting) trip to Israel. Afterwards it will morph into a showcase and sounding board for photography, airsoft and other things I find important.
What you won't find here (At least I hope not.) are some of the major tropes of blogging. No religion. No politics. No music. No, "My girlfriend left me for a guy with a Harley and a "Born To Kill" tattoo." I'd like to be a little more creative than that. I'm also going to try to live up to another rule: I will not say anything about someone on this blog that I would not say to them in person.
Sit back, relax, enjoy the show.
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