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Beirut 1982: One Man's Story Telling

Beirut 1982: One Man's Story

By Ben-Meir Hayoun

This text was my reaction to warm to an article by Cyril de Pins published during the summer 2008 in the site causeur.fr ( http://www.causeur.fr/valse-avec-les-souvenirs, 566 ) where the author praised the film Israeli animated "Waltz with Bashir" by Ari Folman. This film has been awarded many Oscars.

My name is Ben-Meir Hayoun. I live in the Tekoa settlement in Judea, where everyone can come visit me.
I participated in the war in Lebanon in the IDF in 1982. I absolutely do not recognize myself in this description of Cyril de Pins on what this movie wants to show Ari Folman I have not seen it yet. Like what, the aggregation of Philosophy Cyril de Pins does not always know what we are talking about. You can not blame Cyril not understand the reality Israeli military in Lebanon 26 years ago when he was barely 6 years so he can compare to that of conscripts in Algeria although there are experiments Similar to all members. Similarly, it would be missing the point if I myself had to write a description of the work of Jacques Derrida, which I did in philosophy only vague memories of my classroom Terminale thirty years ago .

As I am of French origin and I think I can identify the cultural universe in which Cyril de Pins evolves, I will humbly and briefly try to share my feelings as a Jewish soldier in Lebanon at that time. I have no
repressed the type described in this article and yet I found myself in Beirut for weeks during the blockade of the Lebanese capital during the long and stifling summer of 1982. I also fought against the Syrians in Mount Lebanon, a stunningly beautiful region. I was a young soldier from the Golani regiment, a regiment of infantry shock well known in Israel for its high standards of combat. Israeli newly arrived not even four years ago in France, it was a challenge for me enthusiastically, though not without difficulty. Today, I wonder how I did it because the Israelis at that time in the army and in this particular unit was the brave guy very direct, but Tough. The war was everywhere and everywhere in France nice Jewish boy that I would then get up to speed without delay. I was a kid Jewish native of North Africa, who came from a city department of Seine-Saint-Denis (93) to join the fighters of the army of the State of Israel.

I remember in fear and fighting, friends killed, wounded, broken body of the enemy, columns of Syrian or Palestinian prisoners, warehouses weapon no end of kids Palestinian rockets fired RPG and got hurt not knowing to take security measures before operating this type of weapon. I remember the French manufacturing Syrian helicopters pulling us, interminable periods with nothing to do except clean weapons, search for jerry to take a shower before the approximate Lebanese or not veiled, who watched us intensely from before us. Seeing Jews naked, they put their hands in front of the eyes, fingers spread. The men who accompanied hardly contain their rage to see them play this game for us, anything was an excuse to laugh. We had accustomed to danger and death. We even became so reckless that it was tough with the younger ones so they do not bullshit fatal. There were mosquitos and flies invasive - the football World Cup in Spain this year, the "Mundial" - the Lebanese sympathetic merchants who sold us unparalleled all sorts of things - pretty great Christian with whom I spoke French, in my mother tongue - Shiite villages where there were around portraits of Khomeini and fields of hashish - Druze happy to see us but who hated the Palestinians and the Syrians but mostly wanted to attack the Christians after having settled the account of the Palestinians - Christian Maronites also happy to see us but also hated the Syrians and the Druze who wanted above all to get rid of the Syrians and Palestinians - Palestinians in the refugee camps where we had put their fighters to their knees but we asked for help and medication that we provided.
Only then I could understand the content of the stories my father, my uncles, my grandfathers and great uncles of mine who had the various wars in the French national army.
When I saw my father that he had fought in Algeria in the 50s before my birth, I could understand what he had lived but then I noticed the difference from my experience and hers. Chores of wood, we did not know what it was in the IDF. I had gone to war just a few kilometers north of my country where we drew from Katyushas on Israeli towns and where deadly attacks were launched against Israeli civilians.

If I feed any ambition to let me know by making a film or writing a book by leveraging my experience of the war in Lebanon, I will try to identify my experience with that of Americans during the Vietnam War or that of the French during the War of Algeria - surfing the wave of politically correct "absurd war in which the young fighter does not know why and for whom he fights." This will ensure a best seller for sure. But for that, I would lie on my experience and it has nothing to do with Operation Peace for Galilee in 1982 as I lived. I'm afraid
Ari Folman in making this film fell into a such temptation. Probably, otherwise he could have done about him, or his film.Après my demobilization, it was not easy after three and a half years of army and almost a year in Lebanon to readjust to normal civilian life, without dress uniform without gun and grenade without hand. I still have served in Lebanon two or three times in the reserves when I was a student at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem until 1986.

Today, 26 years later, I am very proud to have pulled out of the straight path towards young graduates French studies that integrate immediately to college. I am very proud to have come to live in Israel to serve in the IDF. It was not always easy: It cost me but I would not have missed it for anything. For me to fight in the army of the Jewish people for the Jewish state is a privilege that neither my father nor my ancestors have been before me until the time of our ancestors of the last great rebellion Judean against Rome, the revolt of Bar Kochba in AD 135. For me who had been educated in the Jewish tradition and the historical consciousness of our people, it was therefore of considerable size.

I am extremely proud to have participated in these events in Lebanon in 1982. I think this was the turning point in my life. Of course, the boys died, fighting, all that weighs on the stomach and must live with. I thank God for not having been killed, would do for my children who were able to see the day. I have not been injured and not suffering from any disability, thank God. I'm probably hardened but I think I preserved my feelings and my love for mankind. My personal experience of this war is But nothing compared to that of my elders who fought Israel in previous wars, many more terrible as the Yom Kippur War, the Six Day War or the War of Independence. If I let myself think that I 'had fought for nothing as he agreed to proclaim the second Intifada would have refreshed his memory so cruel. Terrorist leaders and Arafat that we expelled to Tunis were invited to enter the Land of Israel in the deadly trap called the Oslo Accords. This time, it was as civil as I found myself in front of them to a spitting distance of Jerusalem. It was far more dangerous. Here murdered by suicide bombers, not in Jerusalem, women, old and young Jews are much more numerous than the victims of Sabra and Shatila. The vision of mangled bodies after the bombing of buses in Jerusalem, where I found I was much more painful than our fighting in Lebanon. It's much more horrible to see a baby whose pieces were scattered over a radius of several meters after an explosion in a bus than being in combat to see a friend who was shot in the head or brightness in the stomach.
There I regretted that the war in Lebanon was no more implacable and point that we have exterminated the remaining forces of Arafat in Beirut. We had settled for an agreement guaranteeing them life saving in exchange for their departure from the Lebanese capital. It Mitterrand came to their rescue by providing them with a French vessel to evacuate the port of Beirut to Tunisia. We had our lines of sight, but we had been ordered not to open fire during the evacuation. Ari Folman must remember this, but he can not say or imply that he regrets not disobeying orders opened fire on Arafat. Me, 26 years later, I regret that we did not open fire on Arafat and his henchmen fleeing Beirut. It was observed making the V sign for victory and quietly on board the boat chartered by the French government. These are the friends killed in attacks in recent years to arouse in me a feeling of regret. It is true that I was just a noncommissioned officer with no authority except the decision to open a button on my shirt or drinking from my flask. Is leaving Arafat and his forces in life that we have condemned the 1500 Israeli civilians atrociously murdered in recent years.
It was for this reason that we were wearing helmets and armed to the teeth in Beirut during the summer of 82 rather than to girls in tanned on the beaches of the Mediterranean - to prevent the massacres which the Arabs called Palestinians wanted and always want to perpetrate against the Jews of Israel. The massacre of Palestinians by Lebanese Christian militias in the camps of Sabra and Shatila nothing can change that. Regrettably, this massacre was not a massacre of the Jews, nor wanted by the Jews. The feeling of dread before the bodies of those civilians killed can not we lose sight that this is a much greater misfortune that we had come by to prevent this war against our own misfortune, which finally arrived in Oslo by the mad despite or thanks to agreements "peace".

Oh, I almost forgot this anecdote: Once, a Lebanese official has questioned one of our officers if we are Jewish soldiers, we were not all gay or impotent or if we were made to ingest products that alter the libido. Taken aback, the ranking officer asked him why he asked this question. The Lebanese tell him that whenever foreign forces, whether Syrians, Palestinians and other seized an area in Lebanon as a result of fighting, they raped the women of the opposing ethnic group, while we Israelis we did rape anyone. The sergeant replied that he was sorry that Israeli soldiers have not been able to honor the Lebanese femininity. This anecdote is true.

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faithful to Israel's identity, what it is he today? Why

Telling faithful to Israel's identity, what it is he today?

By Ben-Meir Hayoun


First, the answers are as vast and varied as the range of Jewish sensitivities that this matter calls. But there are certain lines that our rough times and special leaves us no leisure to hide.

Since the end of the Second World War, these are news that we dared not even dream of and yet formed the object of our hopes and constituting the axis of the barrel of our prayers and our celebration: Next year in Jerusalem, the return of exiles, the return to Jerusalem, Return to the Temple Mount, our enemies vanquished.

All this was done in the difficulty of course, but it was really what it was. This process has been underway since 1948 and reconfirmed in an even more striking in 1967 and at the victory of the War of Yom Kippur . But would we still too sleepy for not realizing it? Rabbis, fortunately not all, talk about everything except the essentials. They talk about kosher, of spiritual elevation, feeling of harmony to practice religion etc.. That's great, very well to awaken to the practice of mitzvot . But God, through His prophets We talked especially about something else.

What was done by the Children of Israel under the leadership of Joshua? Did they recited the Tehilim (Psalms)? Probably not! There was also still no book of Tehilim at that time. (Personally, I often read the Tehillim is very highly recommended). The Children of Israel with Joshua at their head were brought into the country of Israel and have engaged in terrible wars of conquest. A generation before that, there are some who did not want these wars of conquest of the Land of Israel and they caused the people with them. It was for reasons deemed pious during a certain day of the 9th month of Av as the Torah calls "Explorers" have created what will prove to be the archetype of the evil of Israel, not not the fault, but the bane of explorers as it is referred to by some elders of Israel. Who were the Explorers? The princes of each of the twelve tribes of Israel. That is to say the Sages, Rabbis would say today. Twelve of these explorers, only two voted in favor of immediate military invasion in the Land of Israel.

Joshua son of Nun and Caleb Yéfouné son of phase with the divine injunction issued in the Torah publicly declared: "Even if the enemy is stronger, we must invest the Earth that God has given us and we shall overcome." The Torah and the history of Israel is given due to Joshua and Caleb while ten other Explorers have fallen into oblivion and disgrace forever.

When using the Shoulkhan Arukh (code of Jewish precepts of behavior), which is very very important indeed to conceal or to set aside the territorial and national aspects of the divine word at a time when, after 2000 years of exile, God brought back to Zion and delivered our enemies into our hands, lying by omission to Jews! It is heresy, even if it is issued by people who claim the Torah and the Jewish religion and adorned with the ornament of wisdom.

And those who, in an ambiguous attitude, we are willing to concede that the Land of Israel is a Jewish country possible, but most do not lie to reside or cling too much, that the key lies in an effort of spiritual elevation bordering on abstraction and folklore devoid of collective and territorial dimension of Israel, those also lie and distort Torah and their large hats and long beards can not hide it.

Then there are those who sometimes go in Ukraine, New York, Paris or in Djerba as if there was Zion, as if there was the Holy Land that God had promised by the 'Through a particular example of wise, and as this was not the Bet Hamikdash in Jerusalem that God had asked us to build and renew the priesthood of Cohen. Or, going search for Jewish roots in Poland, Algiers, Fez, Meknes, Vilna or so morbid sometimes at Auschwitz - as if our roots, it was not here in Israel they were. And for good reason, all the great sages of Israel in Poland, Algiers, Fez, Meknes, Djerba, Vilna, Krakow, Bratislava through the centuries, they not only saw their roots to Zion? Have they not wept bitterly about being trapped in the dark abyss of exile, far from Jerusalem at times when it was virtually impossible to reach? Could they not have given anything to be able to share with us all their years of life to live even if only five minutes from the opportunity we have to kiss the dust of the Land of Israel?

In 1948 and 1967, God has given us the Land of Israel by incredible miracles in just a few days! Not to mention the brave Jews and Jewish women who gave their lives for it and those who fought and stayed healthy. It would not God have done this as some people claim that boast of strict adherence on the pretext that the Jews of Israel are not all religious Jews. Outrageous diatribes that resemble points on the arguments of unbelievers or even brainwashing of our worst enemies. So if it is not God who did this is who? It must be mystical pejorative sense to believe that our strength and our know-how alone we would have such incredible success with the views of Universal History. Unless we imagine to be superhero comics.

Be aware of the incredible events that we live. Instead, we put the knee and we beseech the Nations to understand us and we repeat them to wear what we do is for peace so we are a loving people of humanism and democracy and all that mushy that nobody wants to swallow, and with good reason. We're here because we are Israel, period!

Where then, is merely the false piety with an entire outfit for exotic true, saying you can not do anything right in Israel if not we would pray so wicked.

clerics involved in religion as if God had not said to Moses, even before talking to him Torah - indeed the Torah itself says (Exodus III, 7 and 8 ) "The Lord continued:" I have indeed seen the humiliation of my people in Egypt, I received a complaint against their oppressors, for I know their sufferings. 8 I am therefore intervened to rescue them from Egyptian power and the passing of this country then in a fertile country and spacious in a land flowing with milk and honey, home to the Canaanite, the Hittite, the Amorréen the Pherezite the Hivites and the Jebusites. "

We know further that the ingathering of the exiles and the rebuilding of sovereignty Nation of Israel is the first phase of what is called the messianic process. Basically, this is more or less Zionism: Rebuilding the Nation of Israel and will gather the Jews in the Diaspora. Simply turn on the television or radio to know that these initiatives raise Zionist fever almost universal. In this, what we live today with the Pavlovian condemnation of Israel by nations, it should comfort us. It is a further sign that it is the nation of Israel talked about the Torah it is. So that goes by that our history, history began with Adam and resumed by Abraham the Hebrew to get to the end, the Messianic advent.

Therefore, we can calmly engage in the war to annihilate our enemies near and far and extract the invader lands of our Earth where we have abdicated to chimeras of peace. Forty-two years after our return on the Temple Mount, we can seriously consider rebuilding House of Holiness, the Bet Hamikdash as we Deputy Almighty upon our return to Zion. In this, one must recognize the truth even if it was not called this week our worst enemies, nazislamism fundamentalists in an attempt to ignite once again the region: "The Jews want to build their Third Temple." This is true!

When the object of our articles of faith is realized so prominently, you must open your eyes and take note. We must direct our lives according to it and jump on the bandwagon while there is still time and it is not too far away. That Israel's identity, fit into these events, participate and live for ourselves and for our descendants, with many other things too, but certainly not confined to a small size of false superstitious piety.

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The world is imperfect, my love. But we must make do. Nothing to redo either. It is impossible.

She would have said but nothing is impossible, there is much to enjoy.

Especially do not pretend it was perfect. Do not like, do it with. The world is as wonderful qu'imperfection. It is a wonderful imperfection. Much more beautiful than our delusional illusions of perfection, for it contains. Let us make do with what we offer: his dreams and nightmares, its beauty and drama, his dark days and nights bright, her laughter of children and the sadness of old who finally succumbed to the slope age, on the pretext of wisdom. That fatigue is true, I think, makes us give up. Therefore, while for the body, we are compelled to note that there is not much to do, despite our funny and artificial attempts to keep a juvenile form, do not we are persisting in trying to stay young in spirit? Keep the child we all have certainly been. Keep these wonders first to enjoy these immeasurable pain and immeasurable because first we did not know at the time there would be many other, much worse later, relegating them to the first rightful place, the pain of beginners. Why not enjoy its priceless beauty, as we all lived, small? I remember the shocking discovery, the first betrayal of life.

You mean, those of the family? Yes, have you ever done it well with these people, of which thee uncovered, then fed, those who've cherished or hated that anchored the first benchmarks that will guide us along the way?

One of the biggest flaws of the world is that physicists call entropy. Basically, if I understood what my teacher was trying to explain physics long ago she should already be made to the state of what was found in his pieces: a sort of soup where s 'collide at top speed all the molecules, diverse, colorful and fragrant. It's fun to think that eventually all the teachers of physical end turn into, be reincarnated in, so to speak, the content of the glass tubes they do not manipulate illusions to cohorts of adolescents, with few exceptions, intended to take over their drudgery and repetitive teacher, do not show at best a forced interest to the wonders that they are approaching. You can not put the toothpaste back in the tube when it is released, or even reconstitute the woods when it burned.

Stardust. We are stardust. Each atom that we made and which comprises the entire of the known universe, including us, was forged in the hollow of the immense nuclear furnace are the stars. Stardust we are dust and redeviendrons. Logic. Atom and radiation energy that will deteriorate. As

as time passes, I feel, too, at my level, this degradation. This is the principle of entropy applied to men. Here, we call time. This, I believe, the world's biggest flaw: it is subject to time.

The bizarre fact is that we are not of everything we were at our birth. Every cell in our body then was replaced by new ones. Each cell is dead and has been replaced several times. Except maybe my brain, finally, those who have survived so far, nothing that made me is identical to what I composed a few years ago. It is a famous knife of Wittenberg, which remains the same while successively his blade and handle have been replaced. We are in the same case. The real weird is that we are already more than what we were there a few seconds, for example when I started this sentence and we will certainly have another when you've finished reading it.

But time does not just submit ourselves to this perpetual metamorphosis and paradox, where we never yet still remain the same, it's worse. For the few who gives us the illusion of our preservation, our continuity, our uniqueness, time has found even better. It makes us player action. That is what we call history. We are all enrolled in a genealogy. We are not ourselves that we are a link in a genealogical chain, we can not escape, Anyway, regarding upstream.

For downstream, ie, our descendants may be we can of course prevent us from creating life, to reproduce ourselves. This verb is particularly abhorrent. This is not to reproduce, although the physical act involved in these undeniably famous pleasures of life mentioned earlier, but now I know (and I understand that we were a few billion in the know) that it may be heterosexual act without necessarily reproducing and even less intention of - but simply to play, random encounters, emotions and impulses, the great lottery of genetic mixing. Our children are different from us, even if they are our children, but more importantly, their time is different from ours. Their time as we crossed slowly on the decline of our trajectory, dressing one morning in our absence. To see my son grow up, I see my own approaching death. It is the work of time. But sometimes we are, at times, to snatch bits of eternity, suspensions of happiness that lasts a little. Do not fall into the illusion. Very good, very good to see him play its little sun. Good. But soon, the race resumed, the howls in the ears, we must one day or another start to muddle through this tunnel which leads to a zero output even blacker than the night of ink from which we emerge .

© 2005 The Journal of Armona / Christopher Sims

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All knowledge is in the Humanity

All knowledge is in humanity. The world is not so much that it is not thought by a spirit. And it is through this thought as he gradually reveals itself to itself.

Words disappear. There's nothing left to tell the world. Leaving only the real is to say the unsayable, that is worse than nothing, emptiness in appearance. Because nothing is at least something is a word. Can you imagine a world without the word for the name or names that otherwise lack the gap, the void, emptiness, nothing? The situation here is worse. Imagine there be something for which there is no word? An immense and eternal and deep shade, a thick darkness without end, absolute silence. This sounds like the vacuum of space, it resembles the Nazi concentration camps. The
nihilating involves the removal of these words to say as much as by physical removal of victims. Hence the extreme importance of the walls of memory, which remain etched their names. That's all they have left is all that remains and it is fundamental. We must protect the memory and protect the words that carry it.
The world is imperfect, yet it has everything to do not. Does its imperfection does not come from the imperfection of the mind that thinks? Of spirits by thinking, to invent itself. Strictly speaking, inventing, they create it. And by the way, to create themselves, spirits belonging to the order of the universe, the things of this world. They are parties. They also create, obviously. Our minds, therefore, weak and powerless in the face with reality, create a world that seems more bearable because they inhabited, unintentionally on his part, more or less consciously-ours, a beginning of intelligibility.
There is no law in nature. There are only phenomena of which the structures and interactions is apparent gradually reveal to us blind to our puny minds. First, we do not understand in general. Then one of us has the gall to propose an explanation, giving the impression that we understand: a god, one law, a mathematical tool. And apparently it works (with some exceptions: the sun and stars revolve around the earth. God created the universe in seven days). Until another later, can convince his contemporaries that these are mere trifles, and he jokes himself, a better explanation.
He often loses his head. The church is the centuries to apologize. And then another comes who returns this explanation so elegant and disturbing to the rank of childish myths. Another explanation for the first hunt. It now claims that the universe is as it seems, he had to settle for someone with such precision the machine at the slightest variations in initial conditions, the universe would not have been born or at least be what it is before our eyes flabbergasted. This is obviously as wrong as the previous explanations. Is to confuse observation with the explanation is to take the apparent for real, ie bladders for lanterns. Because reality is what it is and if it is imposed on us, we can not actually say anything serious, and even less true. The truth is that because of errors corrected. The truth

going backwards, masked and blindfolded, an extinguished torch in his hand in a dark world she knows nothing and especially what it is.



© 2005 The Journal of Armona / Christopher Sims