While living in Israel some years ago, I’d often encounter male soldiers on the street or traveling by bus or sherut. Their olive green military uniforms, combat boots, berets tucked under left epaulets, and assault rifles straddled over their shoulders was always a jarring image to behold during my initial weeks in Haifa. Yet as time went on, they, like the ubiquitous Cyprus trees, began to fade into the landscape with one exception: female recruits.
Israel is the only country in the world with a mandatory military service requirement for women. The times I’d cross their path, I’d often wonder what their lives and training were like, what they thought of the draft, and what their hopes and dreams were post-IDF? Did they see themselves as children weighed down in adult clothing? Were they fearful of death, or worse, fearful of becoming indifferent to the killing of others? Continue reading
