The хрюхрю

The water tank exploded, and there wasn't even water in the toilets. The commanders ordered us to place two "Talkings" (cardboard signs that "talk")... around the sewage pit in the middle of the living room. At Dalaat, there was a sort of lounge with a TV, and the only channel was Hezbollah. In the evening show, there were puppets, and one of them—the Big Bad Wolf—was, of course, IsAVel... And then, to take a shit, you had to walk between those two signs and just go...

The mortar shell blew the water tank away, and in the outpost, we started hoarding water in containers just for cooking. There was still the "Left Gate" guard post, the position where the carcass—Mr. Pale Meir—finally perished. My life won't be affected by it, I’ll say, but the facts say otherwise. My life was affected.

Another question: Why the hell go to a combat unit when you could have had a desk job? Because of honor. That’s what I loved. The honor, the fact that you can’t just take back a word. Because my word is honor, and it carries the weight of a Yach-Tzag (heavy equipment carrier). Because I carried a Yach-Tzag on my back, even during a "Tzav 8" (emergency call-up) in the Second Lebanon War. While some pathetic piece of trash tries to babble about a "Master's degree," I was carrying gear to the thicket, I served, and I wasn't even paid a single shekel... For free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am no sucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will demand my tuition back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because a lecturer in academia committed slander among colleagues, and that is illegal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And besides, his nonsense didn't pay for any learning!!!!!!!!!!!! This isn't education, this is discrimination!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The water tank exploded, the gate exploded, the grenade launcher exploded, a soldier's head exploded—but I did not explode. I remained a warrior. A warrior against the insolent injustice of the "Netanyateti" baboon, the enemy of the state, the traitor... NetanyahуЙ—betrayed his country for a fat bribe... Many fought and were wounded during their service, and to all of them, the baboon wants to give the middle finger while enjoying the corrupt Left and false flattery...

The baboon wasted everyone's time for nothing... In vain, he occupied that seat with his fat ass—a seat you don't linger in unless you have something to say. But "piggishness" means saying nothing, just waiting, patting yourself on the back, and getting fat like a pig.