Saturday, September 27, 2008

Matan's Story

Arik sat on the edge of the couch across the room. "You know Matan?" He wanted to make sure I was familiar with whom and about what they were talking about when they described "Matan's aura", "the smile of Matan", "Matan's unbelievable influence". I had met Matan, but briefly. "You know what is happened to him?" I did. But I could hear it again. Matan has some story...

"Matan was in the army. He was going to be a soccer player after. He was very much thinking about it and looking forward to that. In the army, he was part of a special unit. He was training for an operation to capture a big terrorist. He was the youngest of the group and he was picked. Many of the older commanders did not like that. Matan, he trained for three months. Three months of model training how to capture the terrorist. Do you know what that means? To practice again and again how to go into the enemy's place, how to get him..it is a lot, a lot. And it was the night before he had to go, or two nights, and he twisted his ankle. He did not tell anyone, Matan, because he knew that if they were to see it, they would not allow him to go. And he very much wanted to go. He trained for three months. So he did not tell anyone. But in the night, when he was putting on his pajamas, his commander was in the bed next to him. And he saw. Matan's leg was like this wide [demonstrates] all blown up. The commander said he has to be having an operation. Matan says maybe he can wait until after the terrorist operation. He trained for so long. The commander says he must to take care of it NOW. So Matan had no choice and he had to have a surgery right away. He was so upset to miss the special operation. And he was worried that he will not be able to play sports after. Very worried. What will he do with his life if there will be no soccer? Heh. When he woke up from the surgery and opened the TV, he saw on the news that there was a landmine and the jeep that he was to be in for the mission to capture the terrorist-with his six best friends-had been blown up. All his friends had died. His best friends. If he had been in the jeep with them, he would have died. The vehicle is made of a substance that cannot be penetrated by regular missile. But this was so strong, it was so many kilos of explosives, that the roof of it was blasted off and thrown twenty meters away. Everyone in the jeep had been killed. All his friends. He did not know how to feel. Should he be sad? But he was alive. Should he be grateful? But his friends died. His best friends. All at once. He had been complaining about not playing soccer, before. Now, all his friends were dead. Matan did not smile for one year and a half. He did not smile and he did not laugh. It is true. He said it to me. But now, now he is always with a smile. He brings the peace to the company. We were just saying now, we were discussing that this year, the group had always no competition. It was always a good feeling with everyone. It is definitely because of Matan. He wants everyone to succeed. He is always wanting the best for the other person. It is no doubt that it is him that brought everyone together. And he always is smiling, Matan. He always has a smile on his face. He is special. He is really a special guy, Matan."

5 comments:

the sabra said...

Ye can read a news report about it here

es said...

Oh. My. Gd. Really. Like don't warn me or anything. "Go read it now," she says oh so casually. Maaaaaaan.

the sabra said...

Who's she? Israel? You called her?
The land? And she answered the phone?
At this hour?

the sabra said...

Wow was just readin this again..

I think about Matan every time we bentch on Shabbos.

the sabra said...

What a story. What what a story.