05/01/2024
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(05.01.2024)
I celebrated my birthday on New Yearโs Day. I say celebrated, although, in truth, I didnโt feel like doing much.
With everything thatโs going on here in Israel right now, nothing could have been further from my mind.
Nevertheless, we used the occasion to have a quasi-birthday party with all the kids (and dogs) when we visited Orli on her base at the weekend.
Visiting your child when sheโs โclosingโ (staying on base for Shabbat) is new to us.
Rafi drafted at the start of Covid so everything was turned on its head, as Iโm sure youโll recall.
Gatherings of any kind were out of the question and we didnโt get to see him apart from on those rare occasions when he was allowed home.
Lev, whoโs now at the tail end of his service, has done Yomiyot; heโs stationed on a nearby base and comes home each evening.
Orli, on the other hand, is a different proposition entirely.
Now in the second month of her service in the Air Force, regular trips home are few and far between.
Owing to the war, basic training has been truncated so new recruits are ready to start their assigned jobs as soon as possible. Going home at weekends is too disruptive and time-consuming.
Instead, families are permitted to visit their children at the base on Saturday.
This is, of course, impossible for religious families, which seems a little unfair. However, those of us who can visit, do, even though the base itself is miles from anywhere; in the middle of the desert.
Last weekend was our second visit. The first was a bit of a disaster as we had no idea what to expect and were ill-prepared.
As we only took two chairs, some of us ended up sitting on the hard, unforgiving ground, using a large bin bag for protection from the rocks, stones, and weeds.
We also forgot to take fruit, much to Orliโs dismay โ thereโs never any on base, save for the odd hard banana, she told us.
With little or no opportunity to buy anything on base, Orli relies on us to bring her whatever she might need, or want, for the following week, or two.
To avoid repeating the same rookie mistakes, this time we prepared meticulously.
We all mucked in, picking up essentials wherever we could. Lev got her a few things from the shekem (army shop) on his base.
He has the freedom to go there whenever he likes, whereas Orli is only allowed to go to the shop on her base once a week, during which time they arenโt allowed to browse at leisure.
Instead, they have to line up in silence and wait for up to an hour for their turn. Even those who donโt intend to purchase anything have to line up with the others, they canโt hang around outside the shop, chatting, while they wait for their friends.
Consequently, shopping on base isnโt a pleasant or productive experience for newbies who are still in basic training.
Like most in her position, protein bars are a staple, as the food they get is somewhat lacking, both in quantity and nutrients.
Iโm now an expert in the different varieties, their flavours, and how much protein and calories each contains.
Among other items to take with were elastic bands (soldiers use them to hold up their trousers just above the top of their boots), muscle tape and wipes.
Orli was precise about what sheโd like for lunch, when she had the luxury of more than just a few minutes to eat, so that had to be carefully planned too.
Visiting times were 1.30-4.30pm, so a late lunch seemed the obvious choice.
Sushi was top of her list, along with fruit, particularly strawberries, a family favourite. The war, however, has made some of the produce here extremely expensive, and strawberries are no exception.
A dire shortage of workers โmany have been called up while a lot of foreign workers have returned home โ has meant that farmers are largely relying on volunteers to harvest their crops.
Nevertheless, we tried to accede to all her wishes, and a large punnet was procured and packed, much to her delight.
Finally, the โbirthdayโ cake. Evelyn Roseโs one-bowl chocolate cake, which, in her words, is, โmuch loved by small boysโ, also happens to be one of Orliโs favourites.
I, too, am quite partial to a slice or two, so we settled on that. Lev did the honours โ he even topped it with a creamy milk chocolate ganache and stuck a few Israeli flags in it, which went down a treat.
The journey to the base was uneventful (Saturday morning: no traffic), although taking the dogs was a bit of a squash. Once weโd packed all the picnic paraphernalia, there was little room left.
Having arrived an hour early to bagsy a good spot and set up, we had the good fortune to be offered one of the coveted picnic tables by a family whose visiting time was up just as we arrived.
They even left their tablecloth and disposable plates behind for us to use.
With plenty of time to spare, we set the food out across the large table, like a fabulous sushi kiddush. Then we waited for Orli to appear before tucking in.
When she finally arrived, the sight of her approaching the table in her uniform with a large M16 slung over her shoulder was one that will take time to get used to.
Her gun must remain with her at all times, even when she showers and sleeps.
And so, for a couple of hours, we were reunited with our precious girl who sat with us, gun across her lap, regaling us with tales of her service.
Obviously, the boys could relate to much of what she told us, but for me and Jeff, army life is completely alien.
All we could do was listen in awe to the stories as she told them in her own inimitable style.
No one was prepared to sing Happy Birthday to me when the cake was brought out, however.
โToo cringe,โ they said. Nevertheless, the time we all spent together was wonderful.
It almost made up for the fact that I didnโt hear from Orli at all on my actual birthday as she was in the shetach (field) all week and didnโt have her phone.
But as the mantra, which all army parents live by goes, โno news is good newsโ, so her silence was a bonus, as far as I was concerned.