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I remember one autumn day,
When the walls of the recruiting office,
With a sad face, like a shadow,
I went to become a soldier.

Goodbye my freedom!
You home I did not appreciate.
Since you said goodbye to three years,
Only here I realized that I loved.

Here it is, my agenda with the recruiting office:



Start the service was peaceful, KMB-based "Adam", the course of military paramedics in BAA-10 (Tzrifin), company exercises, orientation on the ground.



We go into an ambush ...



In the shirt to be born small, need a helmet and body armor more, for greater fidelity!

There are no people - some soldiers.
There is no land - one sand.
Here, instead of women Machines,
And instead of dancing - march.



Ended teachings and began Second Intifada!



Shot!









Who in the army was not wearing boots,
Who is the doctor's health mowed,
He was not called, it glad.
He knows where paradise, but does not know where the hell.

***

Soldier, you will believe it
Captivating Star of Happiness,
And in fact our part of the dusty
Erased our names!
The barracks will collapse, and freedom
We were happily greeted at the entrance,
And on the ruins of PPC
We all write DMB!

***

I write here a hand casually,
That through many years
From the service of strict and harsh
Any trace remained.



Let the years pass, let the years pass,
But the service will not forget his soldiers.

verses from the album I.Oksenicha and V.Chabanenko