During basic training in the Israeli Army, I experienced a lot. Not all of the experiences were good, and not all of them involved bathrooms with reverse plumbing. But some of them did. You may ask, “What, prithee, is reverse plumbing?” I can answer that. I didn’t major in philosophy for nothing. Reverse plumbing is when you’re in a situation like basic training in an army base that predates the British mandate. Back in Predated British Mandate Time, plumbing was only just invented, you see, and they got everything right except the direction the water has to go in and the fact that the pipes have to actually not have gaping holes in them, being that if they do, the entire reason d’frenchword of plumbing becomes defeated by a vote of everything to one, give or take…one.
So I was in “tironut” for a month, which means basic training, most of which was fine except for the bathrooms and getting yelled at by people of the age requiring daily usage of Clearasil pads. In the end, I ended up knowing how to use and clean an M16 and guard an area, which mostly involves standing around scratching oneself in several areas while strapped with something of a bloated plumber belt packed with 5 magazines loaded with 29 bullets made in Oconomowoc, WI for Government Law Enforcement Use Only. Oconomowoc is in fat a real city, named after Shlomo Hayim Oconomowoc, the first Zionist Native American who had the ingenious idea of shipping all his M16 magazines to Israel).
After I guarded the Pre British Mandate Base with Reverse Plumbing, I was shipped to an army city called Tzrifin where I learned how to be a delivery boy. The course involved 7 days of classes, one of which included the issue of why one should even pay attention to complaints about service in the first place. I wasn’t sure how to answer the question, and later it was revealed to me that one should deal with complaints because of “snow balls” that can get bigger and bigger if you don’t deal with them. So during the review session when the commander person asked why we should deal with complaints, I said, “Snow balls,” and she gave me a weird look.
Before the course even started, we were given an emotional motivational speech that required some seriously shoveling at the end about how delivery boys are the key to the success of the entire army. The guy began his motivational speech this way:
Guy (whose name is actually Amos): What do you think was the main failure with the Second Lebanon War?
Us: Confused Look
Guy: It was the fact that there were no deliver boys! They didn’t want to go up to the North because they were afraid of the rockets! So they just stayed home! (*Note: this is actually true.) That’s why we’re recruiting you, so you can be the new and improved Second Generation Delivery Boys all loaded and ready for the Third Lebanon War whih will start whenever we start bombing Iran! You’ll bring the stuff to the fighters who will go into Lebanon and shoot terrorists and get condemned by the UN for excessive use of force! Without the delivery boys, the army is nothing! You are the key to the future of the nation of Israel! Without you, I’d be dead!
So beware. I am now part of that excessive use of force all the nations of the world keep talking about all the time whenever it is that we have to fight for our survival again, which will probably be soon. Without delivery boys like me, there would be no force at all. So I got all inspired and did the best in the entire class of 16. I even did better than the Russians.
Then, today, I got to the base where I was actually going to do the delivering, only to discover that I wasn’t going to be a delivery boy at all. All I’m going to do is pile the crap up in a giant pile for the REAL delivery boys to ship off and deliver.
So when the next war breaks out, and God knows it’ll be soon, just know that I was the guy who put things in giant piles for the delivery boys to deliver to the guys who shoot the terrorists and get condemned by the UN.
Without me, there’d be no condemnation by the UN, so just blame it on me. I take responsibility for it all.
Unfortunately, the IDF doesn’t have much use for a humor writer.