Beaufort Page #3

- Maybe.

What is it?

- Liquorice.

My mother brings it

from Holland.

It's salty.

A little strong.

Bardelas from Leader.

Roger, over, Leader.

Copy stand down.

- Copy that.

Stand down.

Good morning. - Good morning.

Panther, Bardelas,

move to Tomato.

Roger. Tomato.

Ziv.

Identify it?

Send in the dog.

Nadav.

Thanks.

Okay, I'm going in.

Send me Koris.

I'm going in with you,

not Koris.

No way.

That's not what we agreed.

I don't care. I've decided

that I'm going in with you.

That's not procedure.

- That's the way it's going to be.

It's a shame we're standing

here, exposed.

If you have a problem,

you can go back to the outpost.

Keep your distance, kid.

Go on, boy.

Come out my Beloved,

the Bride to meet;

the inner light of Shabbat,

let us greet.

To welcome the Shabbat,

let us progress,

for it is the source

from which to bless.

From the beginning,

chosen before time,

last in deed,

but in thought - prime.

Come out my Beloved,

the Bride to meet...

You know, they told us to start

getting rid of equipment.

When the convoy arrives tonight,

anything unnecessary, goes.

Bit by bit.

Until the evacuation.

No one gets rid of anything.

Not even a water boiler.

Not without my authorization. Got it?

I'm telling you

what they told us.

Anything that's not vital,

goes.

What's not vital?

Show me one thing

that isn't vital here.

The television,

for instance.

Why isn't it vital?

Why? Are you being punished?

Don't you deserve to watch TV?

There's no such thing as

not vital. Everything's vital.

If one thing's not vital here,

then everything's not vital.

I don't understand.

You don't have to understand.

You're early.

You have nine more minutes.

I saved you the drag

of the nine last minutes.

There's food.

Go eat.

A feast.

The cook outdid himself.

Idiots. Who prepares a meal

at midnight?

We also have permission

to shower.

Well, did you?

I'm on the ready team.

I'll shower tomorrow morning.

Also, they brought

new sleeping bags.

Brand new, from the factory.

I put one on your bunk.

What's up, Koris?

Everything okay?

Great. Perfect.

I'm not touching their food,

their sleeping bags

or their water!

It's like dancing on the blood.

Next time they should leave the road

closed. Shouldn't send anything.

It's killing me.

A man died here.

He came, said "Hi,"

and died.

And what for?

To open a shitty road

that only we use.

For a year I've been keeping

my batteries upside-down.

Like an idiot.

So I don't waste them.

Turn them back only

before operational activity.

F*** them now.

Stop it.

What, night alert procedure?

Think they can't see this post?

Think they don't know

you're here?

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