2025-03 Israel

Israel 5,

Mar. 24, 2025,

Hi Everyone,

We found out that it was the Houthis that sent us a rocket on Sunday. I guess that we were lucky. We were in the van and had time to file out and get to a shelter. 2 more minutes and we would have been driving along in the van when the sirens went off. The standing orders are that if you are in a car when you hear the sirens, you stop the car, get out of the car, lie down on the ground, on your stomach and cover your head with your hands until all clear. Imagine 20 of us doing this on a major highway. This is an everyday occurrence in Israel that I have not yet had the occasion to try. I have an app that shows where the rockets go off, minute by minute. We have been under rocket fire since I have been here but I only went into the shelter once. We hear the boom-boom several times a day even where we are.

Today we were up bright and early for work. ‘Hi ho,hi ho, it’s off to work we go’. We arrived in the warehouse and worked on army bags. The bags are 3 ft long and 1 foot wide. We had emptied and sorted the equipment yesterday. Today, our task was to fill the bags. We divided ourselves up into several teams to make the work go faster:

1, make a plastic bag, 2, seal 1 end of the bag, 3, put a uniform or jacket in the bag according to size, 4, seal the bag, 5, bring the bag to another team, 6, place the jacket, the sleeping bag and the uniform in the large army bags that someone is holding open, 7, haul the bag to another place, 8, close the bag, 9, put the bag on the shelf, 10, erase the date on the label of the tagged bag, 11, put a new date on the label of the tagged bag

Did I miss any step? I hope not because they are very strict on precision. An improperly sealed or torn bag can mean a wet uniform for a soldier.

In the afternoon we filed into a room for Krav Maga instruction with a young, well built and well trained instructor. He gave us a history of Krav Maga which is an Israeli developed self defence system. We were going to be taught commie, which is a more advanced method of fighting, faster and more adapted to fighting an opponent of a different, usually bigger size. We lined up in 4 lines of 4 and paired off with an opponent of the same size. He then taught us different punches and kicks and how to parry them away and strike back. We took turns as the aggressor or defender saying in advance what the attack would be in order to avoid contact. It was hard work for 1.5 hours, a 10 minute brake and a second 1.5 hour session. I got through the day with all my teeth, no black eye, no bruises and no broken bones.

I did my residency with a fellow who had a black belt with several dans. I asked him what he would do if he were challenged to a fight on the street. He said: ‘I would run away’. I asked him why? He said: ‘I don’t know if he has a gun or a knife and I have nothing to prove.’ That seems to be rather wise position to take and I will keep it in mind.

After work at 4:00, I did a 6 km run for 45 minutes listening to 60s light rock music. After supper we had a 1 hour lecture by the madrihots on IDF slang. The lecture was great and rather humorous but I was exhausted and could barely keep my eyes open.

This morning we had flag raising and then the singing of Hatikvah. We then received our Sar-EL Volunteer Blue Shoulder Patches. Each regiment has a different shoulder patch. Every time you go up in grade in the IDF or receive a shoulder patch, you receive the traditional punch on the shoulder by your commanding officer. One of the fellows was a football player for Kansas City. The Madrihots really had to reach high to punch his shoulder. The last 2 pictures are the before and after pictures of the volunteers when we received out IDF uniforms.

Love,

Brian

2025-03 Israel

Israel 3,

Mar. 22, 2025,

HI Everyone,

Last evening I went to Vickie’s for Shabat dinner. She invited me as soon as she knew that I was in Israel. Last year she was instrumental in getting me a position as a physician on an MDA ambulance. Several months later, she arranged to have a Sword’s of Iron, medal sent to me. The medal was only made for this war and was sent to about 150 physicians who volunteered to serve on an MDA ambulance during the war. It made me very proud to receive it and I displayed it in my office for several months.

Vickie invited me with 2 of her children and grandchildren along with 2 Turkish students who I met last year and are now living in Israel. Vickie always associates herself with young people who I have met on several occasions that I have been invited. We were not supposed to talk politics but how can you avoid this topic in Israel? Her son had lived in New York for many years and is very well informed of the situation. I asked him 3 questions: ‘What do you want to happen? What do you think will happen? What will happen?’ He answered me in a very candid manner that I will not discuss here. His answer made me think very seriously about the position that I have taken and re-evaluate my thoughts for the future.

Today I woke up to nicer weather, 18C sunny with cloudy periods, in other words not beach weather but great weather for walking around. The water is rough and swimming is not permitted except for the surfers who are wearing wet suits. I took a long walk for 3 hours along the boardwalk taking similar pictures to those that I took last year. I met a few people that I had known from the IDF Sar-El group from last year. It’s a small world.

I am sitting on a beach chair over looking the blue-green waters of the Med., writing my blog and sipping a cappuccino. Life is pretty easy. The boardwalk is filled with people strolling along enjoying the day. There is a cool breeze which makes the sun very comfortable, great spring weather. Young people in bathing suits are playing beach volleyball. They also play another game that resembles volleyball but you use a soccer ball and send it back and forth across the the net using only your head, feet and chest. It looks impossible to learn at my age and limited soccer skills.

Tonight I will pack as I am leaving for an IDF base tomorrow morning.

Love,

Brian