|The Long and Short of it|
by Leon Glasser - Efrat, Israel
As we went deeper and deeper into the sea, our Mefaked turned around to Victor (behind him) and asked - "hakol be'seder?"
When the water had reached Victor's waist, he replied - "be'seder", so deeper we went. After a while, our Mefaked again asked Victor - "hakol be'seder?"
By now the water had reached Victor's chest, so he replied - "be'seder". (No one realised that thi level had reached our necks), so (deeper) we went in.
Again our Mefaked asked - "hakol be'seder" and suddenly we hear-"gobble, gobble, help, cough, cough - I'm drowning!"
Those were the last words we heard from Dov before we schlepped him to safety on the shore! That's the "long and the short" of it!
NACHAL TIRONUT 1957
Our Machlaka had chevra aged between 20 -25 years from Johannesburg, Port Elizabeth, East London and me, from Boksburg. I had already qualified as a civil engineer. We made the life of our Memkaf Rafi (a sabra and a pain) - by playing Rosh katan - "Ani Gadol - Ivrit Katan - Lo Mavin!" On parade, the guys would make jokes in Afrikaans and pretend not to understand any Hebrew. This teasing lasted for about two weeks, until by surprise one morning, a new Memkaf- Baruch replaced Rafi.
When he asked one of us "ma shemcha?" The guy answered "my naam is domkop". We all burst out laughing, as usual. After a few seconds, Baruch retorted "ek sal julle wys wie die domkop is!"
In die taal, he added a few "vloek woorde" and then made us run around the soccer field, with "chagor maleh!"