Small Tastings of Torah, Judaism and Spirituality from Rav Binny Freedman – Portion of Vayikra
It wasn’t the danger, or the tension, or even the uncertainty of what lay ahead that was the most challenging part of being in Lebanon, it was the drain of the routine. Day in, day out, patrol after patrol, eight-hour shift after eight hour shift, Lebanon had a way of wearing you down, until it all became one big blur of green.
Which was probably why he slipped by me. Every time we went out on patrol my responsibility as the Officer On Duty (O.O.D.) was to brief and inspect the men.
Twenty years later I can still do it in my sleep: ammunition, cartridges, special weapons check, dog tags, canteens, passwords, orders for opening fire, radio frequencies, personnel check, emergency systems...all done so many times it became a routine you barely needed to keep your eyes open for.
Sometimes, despite having a list of the men going out, a name would change because someone switched duty with someone else, and this was...
