Well, this is my topic! I grew up around those planes. We usually lived off base, but we got to live on base two places... the sound of the jets revving up in the night... there is nothing like the feeling of those strong dads (and now moms) out there taking care of us. (Of course, these pilots look like teenagers to me now!)
I had a half hour "discussion" one time with an Israeli guy I know about who is more arrogant, Israeli fighter pilots or American fighter pilots? And who deserves to be so self confident more? And who has been in more danger? etc. etc. for a long time. It was a very fun and interesting conversation.
In summer '06 we were in Israel and just got around the northern loop on our tour when the soldiers got taken (i.e., killed). We were back in Jerusalem when the rockets started landing in the north from Lebanon, right onto the places where we had just been. We were supposed to go back up to Haifa, where I had meetings with some Technion people. Hmmm. Descended on some friends who live south of Tel Aviv instead. And I felt snug as a bug in a rug because we were right next to an air force base. These planes were roaring away and roaring back 24 hours a day. They sounded like they were flying through our room in the little B&B. The sound of safety and, more than anything, THE SOUND OF FREEDOM! Stay free, Israel!
I am an Orthodox Jew - some would even call me 'ultra-Orthodox.' Born in Boston, I was a corporate and securities attorney in New York City for seven years before making aliya to Israel in 1991 (I don't look it but I really am that old :-). I have been happily married to the same woman for thirty-five years, and we have eight children (bli ayin hara) ranging in age from 13 to 33 years and nine grandchildren. Four of our children are married! Before I started blogging I was a heavy contributor on a number of email lists and ran an email list called the Matzav from 2000-2004. You can contact me at: IsraelMatzav at gmail dot com
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Well, this is my topic! I grew up around those planes. We usually lived off base, but we got to live on base two places... the sound of the jets revving up in the night... there is nothing like the feeling of those strong dads (and now moms) out there taking care of us. (Of course, these pilots look like teenagers to me now!)
I had a half hour "discussion" one time with an Israeli guy I know about who is more arrogant, Israeli fighter pilots or American fighter pilots? And who deserves to be so self confident more? And who has been in more danger? etc. etc. for a long time. It was a very fun and interesting conversation.
In summer '06 we were in Israel and just got around the northern loop on our tour when the soldiers got taken (i.e., killed). We were back in Jerusalem when the rockets started landing in the north from Lebanon, right onto the places where we had just been. We were supposed to go back up to Haifa, where I had meetings with some Technion people. Hmmm. Descended on some friends who live south of Tel Aviv instead. And I felt snug as a bug in a rug because we were right next to an air force base. These planes were roaring away and roaring back 24 hours a day. They sounded like they were flying through our room in the little B&B. The sound of safety and, more than anything, THE SOUND OF FREEDOM! Stay free, Israel!
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