Waltz with Bashir Page #3

Now I was in command of a tank

full of the dead and wounded,

looking for a bright light, salvation.

What should we do?

Why don't you tell us what to do?

Shoot.

- At who?

How do I know? Just shoot.

Isn't it better to pray?

- Then pray and shoot.

Finally we see the helicopter lights.

Like halos.

As we get closer to the light,

we see dead and wounded everywhere.

We unload mechanically,

as if we're not even present.

The we turn around and drive off.

On the first day of the war,

I transported the dead and wounded

from tanks on the coast road.

I'm looking for people who were with me.

Could your men have been among them?

It sounds logical.

We were in the coastal area.

In the western sector

It's possible.

Do you recognize me here?

No.

I don't recognize myself either.

Crossing the border at Rosh Hanikra,

felt like an excursion.

We took photos,

we told jokes...

We had time to fool around

before going into action.

Good morning, Lebanon

Good morning, Lebanon

Too much pain to carry on

Good morning, Lebanon

The landscape was beautiful,

trees all around,

a few scattered houses...

A really idyllic pastoral scene.

The slow drive allowed us

to enjoy the scenery.

May your dreams come true

May your nightmares pass

Your existence is a blessing, Lebanon

In a tank, you always feel really safe.

A tank is a very massive.

enclosed vehicle.

Inside the tank,

we were protected.

You are torn to pieces

You bleed to death in my arms

You bleed to death in my arms

You are the love of my life

Oh, my short, short life

Tear me to pieces

I'm bleeding...

Suddenly our commander

stopped responding. We lost contact.

Was he beside you.

- Yes.

I saw his head slumped forward.

I went down inside and saw blood,

blood in the tank.

The blood was coming from his neck.

You were next in command?

- Yes, I was.

But I didn't react immediately.

We just stayed in the tank

without even thinking of firing back.

Two minutes later,

there was an explosion. Everyone tried

to escape from the tank hysterically...

without weapons or anything...

Those who stayed inside,

were killed in the tank.

I ran as fast as I could

in zigzags towards the sea.

My only thought.

It's over. I'm done for.

They'll be here any minute.

All I can do is wait for the end.

I saw the building from which they

were shooting, and the commander.

I hoped he'd get closer.

I don't know why,

but he started to retreat.

I felt abandoned by our forces.

I imagined how my mother would react.

We're very close.

I was always like her right hand.

I'm the only one

who helps out at home.

Like the firstborn son.

I took a peek.

I saw them chatting, smoking.

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