Yom shlishi, 23 Elul 5768.Recently, Soldier Boy brought home a special gift to his dear father, a former US soldier. He knew his abba would appreciate a hat with the insignia of Soldier Boy's infantry brigade.
His father wears it proudly, nearly everywhere we go.
While no one actually asks for his autograph, driving in a darkened, chauffeur-driven car with diplomatic plates would not get him any better treatment.
Young men all over Israel smile at my husband, murmur "Golani," and shake his hand. He is quick to say that it is his son who is in Golani; but I don't think it matters. It may not qualify as protexia, or get us special discounts.
But folks treat us right nice.
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GOLANIIIII!!!!!!!
Ooh it's my favorite brigade!
(That and tzanchanim. Yes, you care.)
And since you REALLY care, I will now (briefly) share with you a (non-brief) incident that occurred to a friend and I which only served to strengthen my admiration for Golani.
INTRO
Sonia loved Givaati while I love Golani.
SETTING
Trempiada in Neve Dekalim, Gush Katif. Late Saturday night.
STORY (hehe this is fun. I apologize for takin up all this space but as I see it, people love comments n soap operas, so I'll carry on :))
We're waiting for a tremp (er ya that's usually what u do at trempiadas) and we're nearly the last ones left, we're getting desperate, an army vehicle pulls up, we KNOW they won't take us but desperation calls for desperate measures, we tell em we're going to yerush can they help us out?, they say they'll take us part way, we're ecstatic we ask to put our bags in, they say they're goin to get pizza first n we should wait, we make polite convo while we're waiting n ask them which unit they're in, they mumble that they're givaati, sonia glows, i grump, the chayalim waitin in the jeep are not very talkative nor friendly, no matter-we have a ride (& with CHAYALEI TZAHAL)!, we ask again if we should put our stuff in, they tell us to wait, finally the guy returns w/ the pizza, we scamper to the back of the truck to put our bags (and selves) in and with the soldiers motioning us to go ahead, T-H-E-Y Z-O-O-M O-F-F. Not kidding. Let me repeat that: We go to the back to put our stuff in and they zoom off. Practical joke played well. We were FROZEN in shock. Oh did I mention that we waved away other tremps? Did I mention it was REALLY late? Did I mention we had to be back in Jerusalem that night? Did I??? We stagger back to the bench, summoning up a nonchalant smile so the one couple still there would have no idea as to how badly we were just duped.
Now, when we retell the story, Sonia grumps and I glow.
Walla, I forgot-I said it would be brief.
Slicha!
Did you ever get your stuff back??? (This is a mom question.) Great story!
Honey we never got to turning the handle of the door.
ps you are making me younger with each comment. it's hysterical.)
pps i think that first comment was the most i ever commented at once.
consider yourself honored.
Hmm I remember writing a response--either it didn't work..or you censored it ;)
I wrooooote that we never got past the door handle. They had the decency, I suppose, to tell us not to put in our bags immediately.
Walla. I miss Gush Katif.
Sorry again. :-D Sometimes I miss things.
Speaking of missing... Yeah, I also miss Gush Katif; and I only got to see it -- obsessively for a while -- in videos. Before and after. What a very hard time it was... I can only imagine how hard it must have been here, and how much harder for them, and how hard it still is.
Ye :(
I just watched a video at whoshalllive.com and of all the images, the Gush ones hit the hardest. Cuz it was from Jews.
Double :( :(.
Um on a brighter note..uh..um..I have a really swell 'golani' badge that I treasure-going back to your post...
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