צבא הגנה לישראל

Well I thought about the army... What a long strange trip it's been. I'm finally in a luxurious bed in the comfort of a youth hostel in Eilat relaxing after a type 2 fun kind of week.

Tonight I'm going to be dreaming of the phrases "Eser Sh'niot" (10 seconds) "Cain Mefakedet" (Yes commander) "Tom Hazman Acshev Hamefakedet" (Time has ended, I'm listening commander) and not running into 2 lines or a Chet shape (ח) with our water bottles in a perfect order. I won't have to wear any more vomit colored clothing that was once a man's. I won't have to have a bed with a bar in my back. I won't have to wake up at 5:45 to screaming Israelis. I could go on and on about why you shouldn't join the Israeli army, but lets focus on the pros...

... Chocolate on chocolate, making your commander laugh, M16, mud, tree disguises, your own bathroom (mostly), placing bets on what we think our commander's name and age is, skipping an hour long jog because you screwed up your knee along with at least 4 other people, planking and army crawling competitions, singing and washing dishes, bringing your own toilet paper to the bathroom because there is none, ever, comparing bruises, not showering for a week. getting punched with respect, and the guy with the chocolate croissants.

It was a good week in the army and I learned many things. I'm left with memories, 2 pictures because my phone died, bruises, survival tips, a sea shell from field day, and a burnt face in a helluva lot of pain.

This week I can look forward to snorkeling, shopping, and relaxing in the Vegas of Israel with my friends. Then them old folks come... Then it's back to school, back to school.