Today is Monday, August 2nd, 2010, and it is now 920AM here in the South Bronx, New York City, USA.
Recap: Flew to NYC,USA for a family issue. I was talking about my 1st arrest, and conviction, in Israel.
This entry: I was sitting on the turret, talking to the CO, the commander of the tank, as we waited for the traffic jam to move through the Inspection Station at Rosh HaNikra on the Coastal Hiway, moving from Southern Lebanon into Israel. As I watched that German Shepard I finally understood why Semites hate dogs. I was praying he would hit on another vehicle...I know it isn't morally just to hope for another to suffer just to save one's own skin but fuck it, I aimed for a career in the military!
The tank kicked into gear and rumbled into the paddock. The MPs were looking cock strong, angry at us real soldiers, as if we had made them pussy out of combat, acting as if they were getting bounties for each fool they nabbed.
It took all of 20 seconds, though it seemed like 20 minutes, for that dog to begin bouncing around and barking. The CO gave me a look, because he knew what was happening. The K-9 Handler shouted to an older soldier with a young helper and they took off that panel a hell of a lot faster than I had put it on! He told the Handler that he could inspect the shelf and of course, out came my burlap sack full of coffee beans and Red Lebanese Hashish.
I was told to dismount from the tank and to follow 2 other MPs into an administration building on the Israeli side of the border. Inside they were matter of fact about the affair and I began to convince myself that it might turn out OK, after all we were incredibly short on manpower and I was deployed to a high priority echelon, Intelligence.
When they strip searched me I still imagined that at worst I would have to deal with a loss of rank, having made Corporal upon that re-deployment, and perhaps 1 digit on my Security Rating,something I could easily re-obtain in no time.
Yet, when I entered the large holdijg cell and saw it packed, absolutely packed with soldiers and NCOs I knew that the reason for the MP's non-chalant demeanour was the huge number of detainees and not the lack of intent on their part.
I entered the jail cell of my life. Except for transfers I wouldn't be leaving jail for what seemed to me to be a very long time. Right away I saw 2 men from my brigade, my original brigade since no matter where you end up down the road your "brigade" is the initial one you enter when you first enter the army. In addition I recognised a couple of other faces from Lebanon, times had begun to change in Israel.
Recap: Flew to NYC,USA for a family issue. I was talking about my 1st arrest, and conviction, in Israel.
This entry: I was sitting on the turret, talking to the CO, the commander of the tank, as we waited for the traffic jam to move through the Inspection Station at Rosh HaNikra on the Coastal Hiway, moving from Southern Lebanon into Israel. As I watched that German Shepard I finally understood why Semites hate dogs. I was praying he would hit on another vehicle...I know it isn't morally just to hope for another to suffer just to save one's own skin but fuck it, I aimed for a career in the military!
The tank kicked into gear and rumbled into the paddock. The MPs were looking cock strong, angry at us real soldiers, as if we had made them pussy out of combat, acting as if they were getting bounties for each fool they nabbed.
It took all of 20 seconds, though it seemed like 20 minutes, for that dog to begin bouncing around and barking. The CO gave me a look, because he knew what was happening. The K-9 Handler shouted to an older soldier with a young helper and they took off that panel a hell of a lot faster than I had put it on! He told the Handler that he could inspect the shelf and of course, out came my burlap sack full of coffee beans and Red Lebanese Hashish.
I was told to dismount from the tank and to follow 2 other MPs into an administration building on the Israeli side of the border. Inside they were matter of fact about the affair and I began to convince myself that it might turn out OK, after all we were incredibly short on manpower and I was deployed to a high priority echelon, Intelligence.
When they strip searched me I still imagined that at worst I would have to deal with a loss of rank, having made Corporal upon that re-deployment, and perhaps 1 digit on my Security Rating,something I could easily re-obtain in no time.
Yet, when I entered the large holdijg cell and saw it packed, absolutely packed with soldiers and NCOs I knew that the reason for the MP's non-chalant demeanour was the huge number of detainees and not the lack of intent on their part.
I entered the jail cell of my life. Except for transfers I wouldn't be leaving jail for what seemed to me to be a very long time. Right away I saw 2 men from my brigade, my original brigade since no matter where you end up down the road your "brigade" is the initial one you enter when you first enter the army. In addition I recognised a couple of other faces from Lebanon, times had begun to change in Israel.
