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All the Little Things: The Land

15 Oct

Almost from my first day in the Army, I got to experience Israel in new ways that I never could have expected. While some were just extensions or magnifications of earlier experiences, others brought me into arenas that were completely new. From both a religious and less-religious perspective, becoming more in touch with the land itself, continues to represent a significant part of my army service. For example, my very first base was, and still is, located in the mountains and steep hills of the upper Galilee. Although I had been to the Galilee before, never had I had the opportunity to look out over the region from a guard post, with the lights of the sacred city of Tzfat resting just a couple of hill tops to the East.

IMG_1356[1]Southern Israel. The desert, another place that I had visited before, but had never spent any significant time, save for a couple days of hiking here or there. Most of my army service has been in the Northern Negev. When I arrived there a year ago next week everything, like it is now, was burnt by months of summer sun save for a few of the hearty desert plants which are able to extract enough moisture from the morning dew to allow for their survival. Not needing any dew were the scorpions, spiders, and snakes that can be found under the infinite rocks and boulders. Before using them, we were instructed to shake out sleeping bags, shoes, socks, gloves, and anything else that might be a good hiding place for any stinging or biting desert creature. One of the many pleasures that army life provides.

Eventually the rains arrived, modest as they were, and washed out some of the bugs. There was that huge freak storm in December which brought snow to other parts of the country. Inside our tents, it also rained, for which I had much less appreciation than watching the desert attempt to absorb the fat raindrops that pelted the parched sand. Little by little, the desert began to bloom, new shoots sprouted out of the ground, and the hills surrounding our base took on a greenish hue. By the time we had our dreaded eleven consecutive days in the field in mid-January, there was green aplenty, and of course equal amounts of thick mud caked to our boots. Finally the camels had what to graze on, and some were so brazen as to approach the front gates of the base in the middle of the night, snorting, chewing, and thankfully, not spitting. They diligently mowed down large patches of the new grass. So there we were, in the middle of the night chasing camels away from the base, not sure I would have ever expected that.

Until now I have been mostly concerned with the ground, but the desert skies also provided an new opportunity. Certainly well documented is the fact that the Jewish calendar is based, at least in part, on the cycle of the Moon. And while I had gazed at the moon in the past, never have I spent a year monitoring so closely the Moon and the stars surrounding. Thanks to the army, I was also able to use those same starts as extraterrestrial landmarks for rudimentary navigation. Whether it was some of the seemingly torturous military activities or just a good opportunity, I found myself using the moon to mark the passage of time, from one month, one holiday, and even one night to the next. When my watch was taken away during the aforementioned dreaded days in the field, using the sun and moon to mark the times of day and night proved to be extremely helpful, and even comforting. I imagined what it must have been like for Jews at varying points in history to use these solar and lunar demarcations while traveling to Jerusalem before pilgrimage festivals. Furthermore, the changing of the seasons from late fall to winter, spring, summer, and back again, as indicated by the hour of sunrise and sunset continues to draw my interest. One day on guard duty, I built a rudimentary sundial to mark the passage of that guard shift,

Although it represents a relatively small fraction of my service at this point, my time in the Galilee and Golan Heights has brought new perspectives as well, even as the sun and moon remain constants. I traded the sand for rich black soil, which when wet forms an extremely squishy mud that is much more difficult to remove from my boots than that of the desert, imagine library paste with a touch of cow manure. As the rains are just now beginning, the shadows created by the high clouds are magnificent. The holes in the clouds allow the sun to break through casting bright splotches of sunlight on the top of the Hermon or surrounding hills, while leaving us in the sometimes chilly shade. Rain in one place, sun visible just a few hundred meters to the North or South. Rainbows. Hot and sometimes a little steamy during the day, windy and fairly chilly at night, the dramatic shift requires a quick donning of a fleece jacket.

I suppose that any experienced hiker has made similar observations, although the hiker is not simultaneously charged with defending the land that he or she is traversing. Perhaps, after committing all of these thoughts to writing, that is the significance of all the little things that have made up my service to this point. While I could continue almost indefinitely with anecdotes and details, I think that the point has been made. The army brought me, and continues to bring me face to face, sometimes literally, with the land that I have sworn to protect, even with all of its thorns and rocks. And there, in all the little things, lies the beauty.

Guns and Rainbows

14 Dec
Desert Rainbow

Desert Rainbow (Photo credit: andrewmalone)

Early last week, we made our first trip to the shooting range. Winter, which had been largely absent until that point, decided to arrive. The winds picked up, spraying sand and dust onto and into everything. I had no idea that dust could actually accumulate in the folds of a person’s ears, but I suppose you learn something new every day. Before any shots can be fired, we are required by army regulations to go through a refresher session on the rules of the range, who is authorized to give commands, when a cease-fire must be called, so on and so forth. In the middle of one such session, the skies opened. Torrential rain. While it definitely served to settle some of the dust, what followed the rain was even more remarkable. A rainbow. Even the commanding officer stopped to admire the spectrum of colors as they spread across the far end of the range.

For the rest of the week I could not shake the juxtaposition of guns and rainbows from my mind. There we were, learning how to shoot with proper technique, so that all of our bullets end up within a very small radius. Obviously we were taking aim at targets, but ultimately the purpose of these exercises is to little-by-little prepare us for war, when the targets would not be paper. The rainbow, slowly emerged from the clouds, and then was gone, almost more quickly than it came. God, in Parashat Noah, uses the rainbow after the flood to symbolize the covenant, and commitment, that the world will not be destroyed again. What was I to do, holding an assault rifle while admiring the beauty of a rainbow?

I was left with two enduring understandings. The first: While the shooting range is hardly at the level of the Biblical flood, I became keenly aware of the destructive power that I was holding in my hands, and the importance of retaining my humanity even in the course of training for something that is inherently destructive and unthinkable. The second: The rainbow of Noah suddenly came into focus. God could have selected any means by which to demonstrate the covenant.  The bow became a symbol of peace, even though in its time the bow was the weapon of choice. Therefore, the bow was the logical choice to demonstrate God’s promise of no further destruction, (perhaps also the fact that water was the source of the destruction and the covenant, but that is for a Parashat Noah dvar Torah). While I am not sure of a modern equivalent to the rainbow, that rainbow in the desert this week underscored the human desire to seek symbols of peace regardless of the prevailing circumstances.

Shavua tov.