I'm Itai Jamshy, an IDF soldier in the Film Unit of Education Corps from Ramat Gan, Israel. I love film and want to grow up to be a director. I also love photography and this blog is meant for me to share my photos and daily insight with you :)
It’s always returning a 502: Bad Gateway…
Anybody else has this problem?
At the level 02 boot camp you do one, very special and productive thing:
basically, mostly nothing.
You wake up each day too early, get too little time to put your uniform (which I slept in, to save time in the morning) and brush your teeth (the worst part is putting on the shoes!), you get shouted for being late or early, and the general feeling you’re in a big movie in which you are the extras, the commanders are actors, and the director is… who the hell knows, boot camp are the same since the army was born.
Then, you head to breakfast. Everyone need to be in utter silence, but they always fail, so the officers are always angry and tell us to “get in formation once again, but over there. For that task you have 30 seconds, 30 seconds go!”.
Until it’s really time for breakfast/lunch/whatever and we don’t have time because of a small group of soldier who didn’t want to be in the army so they don’t run or listen to anything.
And that sucks, because we missed a lot concentrating on childish issues.
Some times we had classes, most of the time we had free time. But the highpoint was the shooting range, which we visited only two times to fire weapons, which was fun, exciting and mostly scary. I couldn’t trust the other people in my division to act like grownups around their weapons, so the danger of a shot by mistake was always there.
The officers were mostly female. They were mostly Corporals. We had one Sergent, who was authorized to give us equipment, a division leader who was Captain in rank (I’m not sure that’s the rank in english, but she was Rank 2 Officer) and above her a Company leader who was Major in rank.
In our case, they were all female, which made us, as a boy division, feel a little bit ridiculed, and most of us acted chauvinistically when they didn’t see (I couldn’t stand it). I respected them. They had to spend two years or more in a shitty base, barely coming home, and all of this was for us. Most of them came wanting to make that change and do that tough job. Most of them really took pride in their job. My mother was a boot camp officer once, so I know, from her stories, how hard is it.
But the other privates didn’t see it as I do, and didn’t give a damn about a word they said.
And the story continues on. Each day wake up early, get ready, do a lot of drills, go to eat, do drills, go to eat, do drills and classes, go to eat, go to sleep.
Until one soldier died.
And that’s gonna be in the next part.