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Serving My Country

Serving My Country

Why this fourth-generation American moved to Israel and joined the Israel Defense Forces.

by A.Y. Katsof

My great grandfather escaped Europe about 100 years ago, before World War I. Legend has it he made the last boat out. Seems like almost everyone made the last boat; there must have been a lot of last boats.

Anyway, that makes me fourth generation American. Fourth! That’s pretty deep in.

As a ten-year-old kid, I looked as American as you can get. But deep down I lived a completely different life. I lived in the shadows of the thousands of Jews fleeing Europe to get to one place: Israel.

I can see in front of me the faces of those fleshless Jews packed like sardines in fishing boats, when they first saw the shores of the Holy Land.

The boats that made it docked, and the men and women were given guns and taken to fight for their long lost country that they didn’t even get to know yet. The children and the elderly were taken to different kibbutzim. Those were the stories I grew up with. Even when I lived near Beverly Hills, I knew that across the ocean was my real home.

When I was 19, leading a band enjoying the summer in the Catskill mountains, those pictures didn't stop flashing in front of me. So I made a decision, no turning back. I got myself a job as an ice-cream man at a pizza shop in Woodbourne, made enough money to buy myself a one-way ticket to Israel and a little spending cash.

And there I was living in Jerusalem, 22 years old, married with two kids, but for some reason I still felt that there some part was missing.

Why shouldn't I be able to join those faces, those Jewish warriors? If boney, sick Jews did it, so can a fourth-generation American!

Well with the help of General Effie Eitam, my dream came true. I became a soldier in the Israeli army.

I still can’t forget those moments of putting on the green uniform, the tears rolling down my cheeks. I was surrounded by a bunch of other Jews from around the globe -- South America, South Africa, Australia, Germany, Ethiopia, India, Russia, France, Turkey. We even had someone from Iran.

We all had those same butterflies in our stomachs, similar to the ones I had on my wedding day. The feeling of Jews coming back to our homeland from literally all over the world.

After my service I felt that I didn’t do enough, so I joined an officer's course to become a “combat chaplain” (I think that it only exist in Israel).

We learned leadership skills, army tactics and strategies, and most of all we learned that “one for all and all for one” is really a Jewish saying.

For one of our training sessions, we were dropped off in pairs in the middle of the desert after memorizing the maps for a couple of days. We had to meet up in a certain point by the end of the day after collecting certain flags. The ground looks completely different than they do on maps. A slight dip on paper was in fact a huge valley. We regrouped and climbed up Camel Mountain (it didn’t get its name for nothing) in war formation, keeping my eyes looking in all directions for the mock enemy.

The climb was very hard. I felt like I wasn't going to make it to the top. From the corner of my eye I noticed Asher, one of the biggest guys from my team, kneeling down on a rock breathing deeply. “I’m not going to make it…”

“No Asher, it’s all of us or none of us!”

“I can’t. Forget about me. You guys go…”

“No way.”

It took three of us to drag him along, rotating every couple of minutes. Toward the end all the teams started running to the finish line. Under his deep breathing Asher said, “Go -- I'll catch up!” but we just kept carrying him along.

We all made it. Our team was last but deep down inside we knew that we were first. Later that night our squad commander said Asher was the number one soldier.

The sun was setting and we lined up for Hatikva and “Ani Ma'amin.” Those same tears came flowing down, only a little less since I was dehydrated from a long day in the desert. The faces from the dehydrated Jews in the fishing boats flashed before my eyes. I thought to myself, I am now here with you… sorry for taking so long to catch up, but I am here, and this time to stay.

Joining the IDF has changed my life. In addition to the confidence, sense of accomplishment and discipline, I discovered a connection to something greater, to my nation and its land. The fulfillment of being part of the long chain of my Jewish ancestors. Fighting side by side with other Jews from around the world, no matter what background, prepared to fight any enemy that may come up against us.

That’s why I took upon myself the project to help as many Jews from around the world to come and volunteer in the IDF. It is now possible for Jewish kids without Israeli citizenship to come and volunteer in combat infantry units in the IDF. For more information visits our new website at aishmachal.com.

Living in Israel and serving my country I feel I am the next link in the chain of history.

Published: April 18, 2010


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Visitor Comments: 23

(23) maureenostro21@gmail.com, August 15, 2014 8:16 PM

blessings to all who protect > Israel

U are great asset to Israel courageous fearless wonderful people Hashemi. Will prot ectopic u all

(22) Sara Springer, April 23, 2010 4:23 AM

Your heart represents the soul of Israel

My father was on one of the boats you described. You are right. They were given a a rifle (many didn't even shoot) before they knew their country. Your story and feelings are very real to me. My daughter wants to serve in the IDF for her gap year if that is possible. Your generation is yet another response to the Shoah. Yasher Koach and thank you!

(21) judy Katsof, April 23, 2010 12:10 AM

nachas

to my A.Y., I am so proud of you. your kindergarten teacher was right. the more trouble they cause, the more nachas they give. what more could a mother want? you couldnt have done it without your Rivka. Love, Ema xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

(20) Malcolm Moffat Nyambe, April 22, 2010 8:09 PM

Find me a friend.Am a chaplain in the zambia air force.

I always enjoy anything about Israel and go guys go i pray for yuo.

(19) Fred, April 21, 2010 3:06 AM

You Are To Be Commended

Loved your inspiring story. Good luck and you are the best. If I was younger I would do the same.

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