I was a little late for the Israeli Day Parade. I had been up for two entire days and then I slept three hours before going, give me a break! I was also late for Israel's inception party. I get there the next day and there's a war!
A very dear friend gave me his IDF shirt. I'm no hawk (though I don't discount the sometime -necessity-) but I do love military garb and soliders in uniform. It's hot. The least you can do for a guy who might get shot is tell him he looks hot!
Here Ben salutes me (after all, I have the shirt)
Here Ben carries the flag and my coat. Even though it's light, he would later carry my pocketbook too. I always begin battle with the aim of psychological defeat.
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is where the heart is (all my other junk's there too)