A Chanukah story
The whole battalion was camped together for the first time since last year for the imun gidudi (battalion maneuvers). We had been at it for two-and-a-half weeks already: first in the Bika (the Jordon valley) on the shooting ranges and on maneuvers from squad to company level, and this week in Midbar Yehuda. Since Sunday, we had been competing against each other in competitions ranging from running to navigation and shooting skills, and every soldier in every company and platoon in the battalion had given his all. Now we had come to the targil gidud, the culmination of our maneuvers. It was Wednesday morning. We got orders to take down the tents that we had been using since Sunday, and the officers and sergeants went to look at the fire ranges and to be assigned objectives and boundaries. We, the soldiers, were left alone on base to prepare for the coming twenty-four hours.













