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.
If you’ve been following this blog, you probably know that last month I went through the Israel Deference Force’s classic 02 boot camp.
I assume this type of bootcamp is the most popular, because there are more support roles than fighting roles in the IDF. In 02, you learn the army’s ideals and vision, you learn how to use a gun and take a watch, you learn the basics of command and hierarchy, but most of the time, you sit around doing nothing at all or just stupid mission that mean to educate you to be a good soldier, and just follow commands because you have to, which I found stupidly annoying.
Let’s begin from the start: Recruitment Chain
When you go in the morning to the Rec Center, you come with your friends and family and you celebrate with them the last moments of freedom you have. Then, they call your name, you go on the bus with your big bag of clothing and equipment and continue to the Rec Chain. In the chain, they give you some vaccines, take some basic data on you, check if you need a shave or a haircut, give you your soldier’s ID, uniform and some forms and BAM! You’re a soldier. From here, you’re supposed to go on the bus to boot camp. But, I came early, so they threw me to do some work in the kitchen for a couple of hours, until more people will come and fill the bus.
(It wasn’t fun)
At the afternoon we went on the bus to our boot camp (which called Camp 80), I met someone who’s going to be the closest thing to a friend on this hellish trip, we connected because we were from the same city.
And when we got to boot camp, we started our Reception Days. Days in which we filled forms and got our field equipment so we could start learning to be soldiers. It was really exciting, I was in the 2nd division of the 3rd company (called Ga’ash - Eruption, for the Hebrew letter Gimel (ג’)). It was a division of patriotic new Israeli citizens who made Aliya from all over Europe. They were fun, positive, grownups, energetic, interesting and overall good people. They knew the true meaning of responsibility and most of them thought beyond the questions and commands our officers gave us.
But then, me and five other soldiers (including the friend I made on the bus), were moved to the 3rd division randomly. It was a mess. The 3rd division was, by all means, horrible. There were three soldiers who were the trashiest kind of persons, and most of the other people just gave up and got dragged in their childish mess of misbehavior.
But I said to myself: it won’t happen to me, I came here to make the most up of boot camp, and that’s what I’ll do. Fortunately, that happened, but I had to sacrifice a lot of myself for that, and I haven’t got one damn thing back.
We went to sleep and after an hour, we got waked up by shouts of ‘FIRE DRILL! FIRE DRILL!’. We had to wear those heavy shoes in under four minutes and stand in ח shape in front of the officers (which were all females, and I’ll get to that later on).
Of course, we, as a division, failed. The officers were pissed (they were pissed all the time, I think that’s their job). After ten minutes of the officers trying to get some stupid kids ‘Yes officer!’ we went back to sleep like nothing has happened and woke up tomorrow morning at 4:00.
That’s it for now, see you at the next part which is going to be about Boot Camp Basics and will have a part focusing on the officers.UPDATE: I’m trying to find pictures I could upload, but uploading pictures with weapons will be a breaking of the information security codes, so sorry for the dry post.