This Broom Is My Rifle
~ A Running Joke from Israel's
War for Independence, 1948 ~
I'm a brave soldier, I defend my land
This broom is my rifle, I guard this sand
I fight for the right to live and not die
To breathe fresh air, under clear blue skies
I'm a brave soldier, I defend my land
This broom is my rifle, I guard this san--
The bushes near me stir. Now I'm scared!
Halt! Halt, I demand! Who goes there?
FRIEND OR FOE? FRIEND OR FOE?
WHO IS IT THAT GO--
The bushes part! There goes my heart...
Out comes -- Moshe?!
OMG, Moshe, I almost shot you with my 'rifle'
Not to worry, Avi. I'm an 'armored tank'
~ Thank the good Lord I'm not homicidal!
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Note: Israel was so short on weapons in the
War of Independence (1948-49) that soldiers
were actually using hammers, although I
don't think they ever used brooms... Beware
of 'armored tanks' now! lol.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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