Sending-off your son this week to serve in the IDF is a raw test of Zionist commitment, especially during a contagion.
David M. Weinberg..
A Citadel Defending Zion..
27 March '20..
Link:
http://davidmweinberg.com/2020/03/27/commitment-combat-and-corona/
One of the greatest points of pride in raising children in this country is the privilege of seeing them inducted into the Israel Defense Forces.
At the very same time, an utmost source of angst in raising children here is the need to send them off to serve in the Israel Defense Forces.
Pride and anxiety intermingle relentlessly.
None of this is news to readers of this paper, many of whom have seen their children devote years of their life to military service, even to the toughest combat.
Nor is it new to me. My eldest son fought in Gaza; a second son is a career officer in a sensitive post; and two sons-in-law are officers as well.
And yet I had a new experience this past week, when my youngest son was drafted into a front-line combat unit while this country finds itself under the coronavirus gun.
And sure enough, within 24 hours of reaching his new base deep in the desert, he and 20 other soldiers in his battalion were quarantined because it emerged that they were exposed to a confirmed corona carrier before induction.
They were given a few hours to build themselves a tent in an isolated location with a fence around it. Eventually a medic joined them to check temperatures and monitor the situation.
We sort of knew that something like this could happen, and it could yet happen again. When you have hundreds of young men from all parts of Israeli society who are training, exercising, sweating, showering, sleeping and eating together in close quarters, it is hard to contain contagion.
In fact, 23 IDF soldiers are known to be sick with coronavirus, and 5,600 soldiers and civilian employees of the IDF are in quarantine, including 240 lone soldiers. Managing this is an enormous challenge, while keeping the military’s critical units operationally ready.
CORONAVIRUS ASIDE, most of the pre-draft conversations my son and I had focused on issues of character, leadership and faith while serving in the army.
Since my military career is gloriously close to non-existent (I served in the IDF for a grand total of one week!), there wasn’t a lot of tactical advice I could give him, except to take care of himself physically, protect his platoon buddies and the country to the best of his abilities, and try to call home often.
I also told him that when in a situation of direct personal danger from enemy combatants, shoot first if the open-fire guidelines allow this and ask questions later. He should worry more about his own safety and that of his team than Human Rights Watch or Amnesty investigations. If necessary, I’ll get him a good lawyer.
We also talked about how to guard himself spiritually and religiously; not to lose the natural innocence of youth; not to become too cynical, negative or self-centered, as seems to be pattern these days. Don’t let such malaise get a hold of you, I said.
Patriotism isn’t a dirty word. Be proud of your military service, I added. (My father-in-law, Rabbi Yitzhak Pechman, whose
yarhtzeit is today, certainly would have beamed with pride to see yet another grandson in uniform).