I’m So Jealous…

Slowly, stories are coming out from Elie’s time in the army…operations he went on; not major details that might be problematic, but things he did or saw; encounters he had while on the checkpoint, impressions from his time near Gaza. I let them flow, almost unsolicited.

Perhaps it is my projecting…wanting to believe he needs this as much as I do. Some stories involve danger…more danger than I knew about. It’s silly to be scared or concerned now…he’s here in front of me, after all.

We were talking about something and Elie mentioned a helicopter.

“Have you ever been on a helicopter?” I asked him a bit wistfully.

“Yes,” he answered with a smile, “and it was cool.”

“No way,” I answered, already aware that he was sounding so much older than me. “Really?”

He explained that he and another commander had flown in a helicopter planning out a training mission that in the end never came about. Other things got in the way, but Elie got his helicopter ride. So cool.

I’m not interested in tanks – too large, too bulky, too…fierce.

But a helicopter…oh how I would love to ride in a helicopter.

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