Beaufort Page #4

released by the Hezbollah.

The IDF is hardly ever active

outside the outpost now.

The soldiers are shut in.

They rarely go out to the roads.

Hezbollah understands that

if they want to cause losses,

they have to hit harder within

the outposts themselves.

And that's what

we've seen today.

For the first time Hezbollah

fired advanced anti-tank missiles

towards a few guard posts

inside the outposts.

Defense sources estimate

that in the next few months

Hezbollah will attempt

to cause the IDF losses

so that the retreat

planned in a few months

will appear as the flight of a

beaten, defeated Israeli Army.

The name of another casualty

in this attack was released:

Sergeant Tomer Zitlawi,

aged 19, from Afula.

God rest his soul.

More of today's news:

In the non-profit organizations

affair,

the State Comptroller,

Judge Eliezer Goldberg,

clarifies that he'll call in for

questioning anyone he sees fit,

including Knesset members,

ministers and the Prime minister.

In spite of the Lebanon events,

this affair is still very much...

It's a TOW missile,

made in the USA.

Six kilogram warhead.

Penetrates over 800 mm

of armor.

And most importantly:

accurate to the centimeter.

Can be launched from a vehicle

or a folding tripod.

Probably manned by a Russian

sniper who trained in Iran.

Bottom line, at the moment

we have no solution for it.

What do you mean,

no solution?

That's not true.

We'll have to change our method

of guarding at our posts.

If the current protection isn't

sufficient to stop this missile,

we'll thicken the protection.

Wait. What's the solution

got to do with protection?

Why aren't we hunting down the

shooter? Or a deterrent action?

We know where they're

firing from, don't we?

Ten hours later and we...

This discussion is at outpost level.

- I don't understand.

Other activity is taking place

but that has nothing to do with

the soldiers

on guard at the posts,

including tonight.

We've become an army of pussies.

We're getting shafted.

They're wasting our men.

And your answer is protection?

One more layer of concrete?

Let us go to Arnoon,

we'll show them.

So at least we feel that

we're doing something.

What, nothing? Zilch?

The IDF doesn't respond?

If we're retreating,

then let's go!

Give the order, we'll get on the

vehicles and get the f*** out.

But if we're staying,

and I don't see us leaving,

then let us do the job.

I can't send a guard up

and tell him:
Sorry,

I don't have a solution for

you.

Who do I put in Green tonight?

If he sees that the IDF

is responding, shooting,

trying to kill whoever's out to

hurt him, he's part of a battle.

But this?

You stand there like a idiot

and get hit by a missile?

So shut down the army!

The four old ladies defeated us.

They're right.

On principle, you're right.

Whoever shot that missile

won't last long, I promise you.

But listen to me now.

Retreat or not,

the IDF can't afford

any losses now. Period.

We're not taking any risks.

I don't want a hair sticking

out of the protected area.

You don't leave the outpost.

You definitely don't go

attacking some village.

If another layer of concrete

saves the life of one soldier,

then that's what we do.

From now on you guard from

the rear, in front of a monitor.

No more standing exposed.

How long till Green

can be rebuilt?

Reinforce all of it,

install thermo vision?

It means a crane, a building

crew. It's a lot of work.

How long?

- At least two days.

Come on, Liberti,

I want to talk to you.

Ziv's father wants to see you.

He wants to talk to you.

I've nothing to tell him. - Maybe

he has something to tell you?

Go.

Talk to him.

Give him that much.

It's important.

He's a smart man.

How can I leave here?

Rossman will come up here,

to replace you.

Regardless,

I think you should get out.

Just for a few days,

have a breather.

Go visit Oshri.

The families.

I'm not leaving the kids

with Rossman.

How can I?

This isn't a normal situation.

Don't you want to visit Oshri?

I'm not leaving here.

That's how they looked at us

when we first came here.

Saw us preparing for battle

down there.

When you're up here, you're

sure no one can touch you.

We weren't all that smart

back then.

Yeah, but you conquered it

all right.

They did.

I stayed down there.

I was wounded even

before the battle started.

I lay in the APC.

Listening on the radio how

my friends were being killed.

At least you fought.

There was an enemy.

A goal. A purpose.

You took the most important

mountain in Lebanon.

Not like dying in a guard post,

and being called cannon-fodder.

Being told it's worthless. We're

leaving any minute, anyway.

They said the same thing

then, too.

That we shouldn't have

taken Beaufort.

So what?

Before he died,

Ziv told us

that there was an order

not to conquer.

Is that true?

I don't know.

It's possible there was

such an order.

But it never reached us.

It got stuck

somewhere along the way.

We didn't ask questions.

We were determined to conquer

in spite of plans going wrong.

The APCs got stuck?

So we went up on foot.

Main thing was

to carry out the mission.

To take Beaufort.

At any cost.

And now I have to

take you out of here.

It's final?

We're leaving?

It's final.

Where do I sleep?

Put me on the guard list, too.

Enough. I'm not doing

the list anymore.

Can't do it.

How can I put anyone

in Green?

Put me up from four to six.

And who do I put up

from twelve to two,

two to four, six to eight?

I'm not doing this list.

I'll do six to eight.

Better replace me on time,

Shpitz!

Twelve to two.

What's left?

Two to four?

Bastards. Gave me

the shittiest watch.

From now on we guard

in the ditch, outside the post.

Sitting down.

No standing up, exposed.

Until they get us thermo vision

and rebuild the post.

Every few minutes

you get up and patrol.

When you're done,

you sit down again.

Bring up any goodies you like.

I don't know.

Anything to keep you awake.

It'll be okay.

We'll get through this night.

Where's your toy, Shpitz?

Play something for Zitlawi.

Come on, play something.

In a minute I'll want you

to leave

So that I can fall in peace

So you don't see

the gaping wounds

So we can be alone

And break down slowly.

Give up already

and go away

So I can finally

scream in peace

Without your torn look.

So we can be alone

And break down slowly.

Fathers and sons,

Grandmothers and grandchildren

Mother's heart is bursting

Who's to blame for her,

who's to blame for me?

Who'll be separated from whom?

Father cries over son,

cries over father.

In a minute

I'll want you to leave

I won't be afraid to fall,

won't be afraid to grow,

To sink or swim,

To live or die.

You're early.

Never mind.

Must be a long time since you

counted off minutes on watch.

It went quickly.

You play well.

Where did you learn it?

My parents forced me to

take piano lessons from age six.

Good investment.

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