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This was the third and final (for now) installment in my exploration of the Israel and Palestine conflict.
Pumpkinflowers: A Soldier’s Story of a Forgotten War by journalist and ex-Israeli soldier Matti Friedman. While this was the third book that my 14-year-old daughter Macee and I read to start to understand the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, it falls (chronologically) between The Lemon Tree (my review here) and A Day in the Life of Abed Salama (my review here). This is classic soldier memoir storytelling in the vein of Phil Klay or Christopher Robinson, except set at an outpost—Pumpkin—inside Lebanon in the 1990s.
There’s plenty of worthy insight into the nature of combat and brotherhood in this slim novel that will ring true for any veteran reading it. Take for instance his comments on the way that “basic training is like marriage: inside its unforgiving intimacy you can't hide who you are for long.” That intimacy—the laying bare of one’s weakness, a thing usually so hard to develop among men—becomes absolutely essential in combat. Friedman pulls the thread on this beautifully:
“Friendship in a platoon is created under great pressure and is difficult to explain to those who have not experienced it themselves; armies plan it this way, knowing the strength of this bond is what will keep men together and functioning in the lawless netherworld of war and, when the time comes, cause them to commit the unreasonable act of following each other not away from enemy fire but into it.”
But Macee and I didn’t read this book to learn about relationships and war, but rather to glean insight into the Israeli psyche and point of view. The soldiers at Pumpkin and other outposts were placed there ostensibly as a buffer against Hezbollah. But this enemy proved to be too nebulous and abstract for the Israeli public (and the long-suffering mothers of the soldiers). The Israeli government was no doubt prompted to establish the post due to the country’s national DNA: “Fear that we are no longer sufficiently tough is one of the key chemicals in our country's communal brain.” But the author acknowledges that “On the hill we had been at the start of something: of a new era in which conflict surges, shifts, or fades but doesn't end, in which the most you can hope for is not peace, or the arrival of a better age, but only to remain safe as long as possible.”
In the author’s case he made it out safely, but many others did not before the government eventually closed these outposts—due in part to the work of groups like the Four Mothers Movement (birthed in the aftermath of a horrific troop transport helicopter crash). The tenacity and power of this group stemmed from the fact that “Dead young men are an important group in Israel, maybe the most important group.” Perhaps the most striking insight Friedman offers is one that continues to be a useful lens to view current events: “Another important thing to know about this country is that we tend to see either unadulterated victory or disaster.” This tendency towards extreme swings in interpretation and vision is obviously a broad brush to paint an entire nation, but it can be a useful lens to start to understand the country’s stance and posture going forward.
Pumpkinflowers: Organized Themes, Highlights, and Quotes
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The Unique Forging of Combat Brotherhood
- Page 13: Basic training is like marriage: inside its unforgiving intimacy you can't hide who you are for long. Soon Avi softened. It turned out that he always had books in his knapsack, and when he saw he wasn't alone he began passing them around.
- Page 15: Friendship in a platoon is created under great pressure and is difficult to explain to those who have not experienced it themselves; armies plan it this way, knowing the strength of this bond is what will keep men together and functioning in the lawless netherworld of war and, when the time comes, cause them to commit the unreasonable act of following each other not away from enemy fire but into it.
- Page 33: When he looked again the second soldier was on his back, a red pool spreading under his head. A third soldier ran up just then, and when he saw what had happened he fell to his knees and began hitting his head against the concrete wall of the trench. The dead soldier was his friend.
- Page 72: Avi's old friend Gal, the Angel, manned the radios with him. By this time Avi was so broken-dicked that sometimes he put his head on Gal's shoulder and just left it there, eyes closed, and Gal embraced him until Avi found the strength to move again.
- Page 127: In this country if you identify someone as a friend from the army, it is recognized as something different than saying friend. It's a different category.
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The Cultural Mythologizing and Sanitization of the Dead
- Page 24: In the jargon of army radiomen, wounded soldiers are "flowers." Dead soldiers are "oleanders." It isn't a code, because it isn't secret. Instead the names seem intended to bestow beauty on ugliness and to allow soldiers distance from the things they might have to describe. If you listened to the language of the Lebanon troops, you might have thought they occupied a kind of garden.
- Page 81: Dead young men are an important group in Israel, maybe the most important group.
- Page 83: There is a special language used to describe our dead soldiers, a language that makes them all sound the same, not just because you can't say anything bad but because most were so young that there isn't much to say at all. What they really were was potential. So in this language they are always serious students, or mischievous ones, and loving siblings, and good at basketball, and there was a funny thing they did once on a class trip, and in the army they always helped their friends. And they are, forever, "soldiers," though most thought they were just doing that for a while before their real life resumed. It is said in their honor that they were prepared to sacrifice themselves for the rest of us, but of course they weren't, not most -they just thought it wouldn't happen to them, and the lucky ones weren't given time to realize they were wrong.
- Page 104: Eyal was the same age as Alter, who died in the helicopter crash. They grew up together and they were more like siblings than friends. Eyal showed up late to Alter's funeral that February, armed and in uniform. He stood with the rest of the kibbutz and surprised his mother by bursting into tears. This was in the days of the debate about whether crying at funerals should be allowed, the real question being whether we're still strong enough to survive here. There were generals who said soldiers shouldn't cry, but it turned out not to be the kind of thing you can regulate.
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The Evolution of Warfare and the Attrition of National Identity
- Page 18: In the years of these events, the 1990s, many people in Israel thought peace was coming, and if you look through old newspapers you'll find lots of news about peace negotiations. People were talking at the time about a "new Middle East," and the war in Lebanon was of less interest. So civilians in Israel were thinking about this new Middle East, and the army about the real war, but nothing came of either. It turned out that what was happening in Lebanon was both the new Middle East and the new real war.
- Page 32: Hezbollah understood that the images of an attack could be more important than the attack itself. This seems obvious now but wasn't at the time. It was the very beginning of videotaped violence and the media war, which is a war not for territory but for "consciousness."
- Page 34: Fear that we are no longer sufficiently tough is one of the key chemicals in our country's communal brain.
- Page 34: Another important thing to know about this country is that we tend to see either unadulterated victory or disaster.
- Page 86: The crash was described at the time as an atom bomb, the release of a destructive force compared to which the insignificance of the cause-a series of arbitrary mishaps one evening in northern Israel-seems absurd.
- Page 98: When the same reporter behind the first essay about the complicity of Israeli mothers interviewed them in the kibbutz newspaper two months after the crash, he called them the "four mothers," like the four matriarchs of Genesis. This was the birth of the Four Mothers movement.
- Page 100: That's why this war never had a name-a name would suggest a decision. Instead it was referred to simply as Lebanon. It was something that just existed and always would.
- Page 114: It is hard to recall how little you once knew, and harder to admit it. I understood that we were Israeli soldiers; that our enemies were Arab fighters, whom we called terrorists, and that we should kill them before they killed us; that the battlefield was this place, Lebanon. I knew I couldn't let my friends down. That was it.
- Page 142: The militia was a remnant of the Lebanese civil war, when Christians in Lebanon's south allied themselves with Israel to protect themselves from Palestinian guerrillas and from their Muslim neighbors, but though the senior officers and some of the men were Christian, by the nineties many of the soldiers were Shiites and Druze who were in it for the salary Israel paid in American dollars.
- Page 154: Israel had gone into Lebanon all those years ago because of Palestinian guerrillas attacking across the border, but the Palestinian groups were long gone. The enemy had changed, and now it was Hezbollah.
- Page 154: They didn't want us to leave; they wanted to push us out, which is not the same thing.
- Page 154: But even talk of goals like these is just a way that Western observers, with their disdain for religion and the power of the tribe and their unwillingness to take seriously the people involved in the conflicts they are observing, make sense of things to themselves. It's old-fashioned.
- Page 185: The Israel that believed in compromise, a country rooted in the old left of the kibbutz movement, was shattered. The left went from ascendant to defunct in a matter of months. The triumph of the Four Mothers was, in retrospect, the last charge of the kibbutzniks.
- Page 185: Sometimes it wasn't just the same tactics but the very same people. Hezbollah, one American intelligence man said after a few of the group's operatives were picked up in Iraq, was the "A-team" al-Qaeda was just the "B-team."
- Page 186: Felt as if by squeezing the trigger on that last night in the spring of 2000, my friends had freed a wrathful millennial spirit trapped inside the hill and released it into the world.
- Page 222: On the hill we had been at the start of something: of a new era in which conflict surges, shifts, or fades but doesn't end, in which the most you can hope for is not peace, or the arrival of a better age, but only to remain safe as long as possible.
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Preserving Humanity and Sanity in an Austere Environment
- Page 14: His favorite literary guide to the world was Romain Gary, immigrant.
- Page 27: "Sea" of Galilee is to a real sea or as the trickle of the "river" Jordan is to the Mississippi.
- Page 28: There were no women. There was nothing feminine, nothing unnecessary to the purposes of allowing you to kill, preventing you from being killed, and keeping you from losing your mind in the meantime. Nothing was soft or smelled sweet.
- Page 47: The Book of the Giving of the Torah, in which the rabbi argued that altruism was at the center of the Jewish religion. "We must understand that all of the commandments of the Torah are no more and no less than the sum of the details to be found in the one commandment 'Love thy neighbor as thyself,'" wrote the rabbi.
- Page 48: The Ladder was the name of the rabbi's most important book.
- Page 65: I'm almost 21 and I've seen so much violence, so much blind cruelty, dreams shattered, lives cut short suddenly and without warning or sign....
- Page 72: Romain Gary's The Kites. One part that Avi loved was when the hero's old French teacher admits that he once dreamed of being a writer but that only one of his creative projects had ever succeeded—his wife. He had spent the fifty years of their marriage inventing and reinventing her, and she him. This was the secret of their long happiness.
- Page 76: There were seventy-three men on board the two helicopters, and I realize while writing this that when I think of my country I'm thinking of them.
- Page 102: There was bad news about someone Dani knew from home. A hill in Lebanon, a mortar shell. We all saw him start to cry, and there was the Pumpkin again.
- Page 190: Making do in this way is perhaps a fundamental national ability, something Jews have done throughout the centuries no matter how inhospitable the soil. It reminds me of the impromptu rave that erupted in one of our bunkers one night in 1999, with shirts off, military light sticks glowing green and orange, and "The Rockafeller Skank" on repeat. Laughter inside the perimeter; outside, the quiet of the trench and young men in guard posts.
- Page 207: "Lebanon is the most precious gift of God, the most precious thing he gave us," he said, and then waved his hand at the dismal street. "But here there is no way to change your life."






