The Lone Soldier.

Sunday morning found us promptly packing our kitbags, ephods (guns) mattresses and sleeping bags into the back of the truck, heading out of the base that we had been staying at for the last three months. This time, it was for the last time.  We were to be moving to the base down the road to start our advanced training.  What was to follow has gotta be  the most fun weeks I had had yet.

The next day everyone was to find out what their specific job, or specialty, was within their kita.  These include either being a ‘negevist’ (machine gunner), ‘magist’ (even heavier machine gunner), ‘cala’ (sharpshooter), radio man, ‘metador’ (rocket launcher), you get the idea.  I was given ‘cala,’ which means I was chosen to be one of the sharpshooters. Later that day, a bunch of us go down to the local arsenal to sign in the new guns we’d be recieving.  The M-4 with a trigicon scope with night vision.

It was a great scene, the lot of us walking back to the barracks with our new pieces.  The ‘negevists’ with their huge machine guns, and the ‘matolists’ with their M-4 with a grenade launcher attached.