On Wednesday evening, my older son officially became a
Captain in the Israeli Army. He had just completed a rigorous, three-month
course with 90 other soldiers becoming, in Israeli terms, a mefaked pluga.
previous rank was lieutenant. Now, he will supervise the officers, managing a
company of up to 150 soldiers.
clearly remember delivering him, at the tender age of 19, at the bakum in TelAviv for his draft, his giyus. It was an emotional time for every parent and
grandparent who was there to see their children off.
three years of military service. (Since 2013, when my son went in, the draft
time has been reduced to 33 months for boys and may go down to 30 months
soon.)
The IDF looks after medical and dental needs and emotional wellbeing. The
army feeds and clothes them. It tells them when they can go home and when
they have to go back to base, when to sleep and when to wake up.
their kids since they were born and who must then say goodbye. Every mom
secretly counts down the months until her child’s release from the army. But
what happens when your son signs on for more time?
proud. How could I not? I have seen my son grow from a shy teenager to a leader
who stands tall, knows how to listen to orders and now, knows how to give
orders. The army has formed him into a real leader.
into the bakum. There will be a sense of apprehension and nervousness. Mothers will lock hands with their kids, not wanting
to ever let go. The boys will be clean-shaven and have buzz cuts; the girls
will have their hair tied back neatly.
boots, surfboards for weapons. Their free will is about to be forfeited for
ultimate selflessness.
kids’ names ‘flash up on a board.’
Departure time, IDF style.
care of my son who will be their ‘mem peh’ for three months of basic training.
He will do his best to ensure their safety and imbue in them a sense of
solidarity, camaraderie and team spirit.
He will help build their confidence while teaching them respect and will
help them to succeed. Who does not want this for their child?
This was earned after years of enduring strict discipline, of often feeling
broken and overwhelmed; of sleeping outdoors, working and training in intense
heat, rain, mud and cold; of long days with little sleep and of being
hungry; and of times filled with severe stress, the unknown and pressure.
one was different. The ceremony was at a fancy theatre, not on a military base.
We nibbled on party sandwiches when we entered the auditorium, then sat
comfortably in plush chairs.
their shoulders. And there was no military marching like I had seen before in
other military ceremonies.
a diploma and a handshake. They may look rested and their new uniforms may be
freshly starched and spotless, but they have seen a lot: this distinction was
earned with sweat.
holding squirming infants in their laps. Many babies were crying and protesting, making this place feel more like a kindergarten
than a serious ceremony.
home and the wives are alone to raise the children. They worry and are
fearful, the children miss not having a father around.
children and the soldiers. And this is the most important work of all.
for our security and safety, and offer thanks to all the new mem pehs. As they
said at the ceremony, the training is complete and now the real work must be
done.
strength and selflessness.
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