Mixed Unit - Lions of Jordan (2018): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
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With me... -Battle!
With me... -Battle!
I dreamed of serving in an elite unit,
a recon unit.
He's been a soldier from birth.
I got so excited
just seeing a tank.
I sent them faxes every day.
They told me my assignment
would be based on the army's needs.
My dream was shattered.
Weapon! -Weapon!
Oh my god!
You see them lowering the level
because of girl fighters.
Is everything okay?
-Yeah, it's just too close.
They're women, go do some shopping.
God made them different.
Good, that's the way to do it.
Excellent!
You have a lot of work to do.
The guys think they're Rambo,
and they need to lift their egos
because they don't see this
as a real combat job.
When's the formation?
In eight minutes,
get all the guys here now, Yair.
I came here to be a fighter,
not to arrange the guys' gear.
Get the helmet,
don't just stand there!
Platoon 3 is a disgrace.
It's not us, it's them.
Instead of the platoon helping each other,
the girls badmouth us
in front of the commanders.
Hold your weapons, let's go!
I have to show them I can do it,
I can't stop now.
Wanna switch?
I never thought I'd say things like that,
but I'm changing.
Platoon 3!
Over here!
Crawling, Platoon 3!
Come on!
I'm dying...
-You have to crawl.
Drop!
Crawling through a smoke grenade
is one of the toughest exercises.
Crawling like psychos on a mountain
with sharp rocks
that puncture your arms.
The closer you get, the thicker the smoke,
and you inhale all the smoke,
it sucks and it's gross.
Come on! Over here!
Come on, drop down...
Come on!
-Come on, Platoon 3!
What's that stench?
I feel like I can't breathe,
my head's getting really heavy.
Son of a bitch, I can't breathe.
I wanted to die.
Son of a bitch.
Nobody's made it to me!
Come on, Platoon 3!
At some point you start feeling
that you're breaking.
Come on, Platoon 3!
You get smoke in your face,
your mouth, your nose,
you taste the smoke grenade.
Don't tell me "I don't want to"!
It has this metallic taste.
Nobody gives up!
Come on!
I'm dying...
My throat's dying.
It hurts a little, Platoon 3.
There were lots of pointy rocks
that were like glass.
My arms and knees were exploding with pain
and I inhaled lots of smoke.
Yana, our champ.
-Come on!
Yana, seven more and you're there.
One...
-Go, Yana.
Two...
Come on.
-Go, Yana.
At a certain point
I couldn't go on,
I ran out of energy.
Come on, Yana.
Why did I wear thermal underwear?
Start crawling!
Everybody together, Yana.
One,
two,
three,
four...
Everyone thinks I'm the best athlete
and the best at everything.
Come on, Yana. -Six...
Even for me it was hard.
Come on, Platoon 3!
I don't want to see anybody walking
until you touch my feet!
Let's go, Platoon 3!
I'm crawling on all fours.
I look and I'm in shock.
The girls weren't moving.
It was crazy.
I'm not doing it.
Who's giving up?
It makes me think
I shouldn't count on the girls
in the moment of truth
because I know I'd be risking my life.
In an operation,
if she's not sharp enough
or doesn't cover me,
both our lives would be at risk.
That's life in a combat unit,
with bullets whistling by
and you see your friends, God forbid,
getting hit or wounded,
they won't be able to handle that.
What happened to Almog?
Almog choked from the smoke
and couldn't breathe.
Take it off.
Almog, we're supposed to breathe
it a lot more.
Almog, take off your neck warmer.
I'm trying to breathe but I can't,
it's suffocating.
It burns my throat.
Let's open your vest, Almog?
Take it off.
It really hurt me...
and I couldn't go on.
I couldn't keep going.
Do you actually feel it burning?
How much, on a scale of one to ten?
Seven.
Why did you come here?
You want to be like the guys,
you want to fight and protect your country,
go ahead,
but take into account it's gonna be hard.
Are you okay?
That's not what a fighter looks like.
I wasn't supposed to be there,
so I'm bummed,
because I didn't spend my whole life dreaming
of being in an integrated battalion.
The most important thing for me
is for you to be happy.
If you're happy, it'll be easy for us.
You know I'm not happy.
-Because it's hard for us.
I didn't want to go to the battalions, Dad.
Be on a mission every day,
just like you wanted.
You'll be holding the line for all intents
and purposes. -I know.
Give it a chance.
-They're making history.
You really believe
integrated battalions can...? -Yes, yes.
Without a doubt. -The spearhead.
-Without a doubt. -The spearhead.
In a place with so much ambition...
-I have faith.
Like those girls have...
-And you'll have the ambition
and you'll see the integrated battalions...
you'll be proud and you'll want
your battalion to succeed.
You're not letting your soul relax.
Of course I'm not.
-You're always...
Because if I had the chance...
-So keep going,
what can I tell you?
-But what can I do?
I'm serious.
-But the army doesn't work the way you want.
You need to accept that.
-Okay,
so you want me to tell you,
"I accept it"?
Noam,
everywhere you went,
when you wanted a certain school
and you didn't get it,
you excelled.
Now you work on completing basic training...
Okay.
-Give it your all,
go...
do a squad commanders course.
Any father would tell you that.
What's wrong?
Here's what we're doing.
This is actually a race
while carrying a wounded soldier.
Your goal is to do it
in as little time as you can
and to pass the other group.
Look at your watches.
-Watches, Commander Ada.
Almog's taken a bullet to the leg,
you treat her and then carry her.
You see where the gear is?
Yes, Commander.
-Great,
your chopper's there, waiting to evacuate
you, you're in enemy territory.
You have
five minutes, go!
She's been shot...
-Cover us from over there.
Four fingers.
-Cover us!
Tourniquet! Tourniquet!
Prepare to carry!
I remind you you're in enemy territory.
You're wounded,
you don't put your legs on her.
Lift me up, girls.
Me, not Almog.
Look at your watches,
in the allotted time
all the casualties will be in the air...
-No, turn around.
Two-and-a-half minutes.
Left team, carry.
Come on, let's go.
-Quick, work fast!
Higher.
-He doesn't have more
than a minute
to get in the air.
Watch the height, not like that.
-There's no time.
Grab him.
Quick!
-There's no time. -Quick.
Come on!
What?
It's been four-and-a-half minutes,
the chopper was shot down long ago.
Good, Yair!
Almost there.
You're so heavy.
Well done, guys,
that was great.
Take a break.
Fold up the gear and we'll take a break.
Let's go!
NO IDEA
Move, Naama.
That's it.
I'm dead, bro.
Give me a light.
Oh, oh!
-Quiet. -My arms.
Die, quiet.
-You're losing height.
Shut up already, 3C,
I'm not joking.
No, no, Almog, no!
My arms are slipping!
You're the most annoying
casualty in the world. -Stop shouting.
Let's go, up! Shut up!
Just a minute.
-Why are you getting up, Almog?
You're ruining the exercise for us.
Get up, get up.
NO IDEA
Yes, Commander.
-Yeah? So what's the problem?
Look at your watches,
three minutes.
Hold her leg in the air.
-Help me up.
Leg in the air.
-Avigail. -Get up, get up.
What's gonna happen
when were on a real operation?
If someone's wounded,
won't the girls be able to carry him?
Are we just gonna leave him there?
That's what a platoon does,
we'll fight back to back,
we'll do arrests together.
If you're not with us 100 percent,
it just won't work.
Good.
Come on, let's go.
It's okay.
Just because
we didn't manage,
it doesn't mean we won't manage,
so we should practice,
and it's okay.
Wanna see something funny?
No. -No.
"Serious problems
in the integrated battalions,
"there are many shortcomings and failures
in the integrated battalions..."
Where did you find this newspaper?
-"The fighters have low motivation,
"failure to follow the recommendations
of medical officials..." -What's the date?
"Ignoring personal problems,
lowered motivation..." -What's the date?
These are exactly the problems we have here.
"Leads to a dropout rate..."
-You're the problems we have here, retard.
I swear, those are the problems we have here.
"Low motivation among soldiers..."
-Open the page,
why read the summary? -"Failure to follow
the recommendations of medical officials..."
Give it here.
"Are the women fighting or recovering?"
Show me.
What? -Move, I'll read it.
-No, you're lying! I swear.
What is this newspaper?
"After three months
I suffered the same things,
"until I completely shut down.
"I was released after 28 months
"and today I have disabilities
and I take medication."
That'll be me.
-"She emphasized that before enlisting
"she was completely healthy."
Bottom line, girls are less effective...
-They say that when girls enlist
it harms the IDF's fitness.
-That's very true.
If we were instead of General Staff recon unit,
I'd say, this is suspicious,
I don't think it's worth it.
Don't you agree that women
aren't physically as good as men?
No problem, but...
-Not in terms of "good,"
God forbid,
I'm not saying "good."
Girls shouldn't be in combat units because
they're less effective.
Come on, I'm not less capable
than reserves battalions.
It's one thing to say that before you enlist,
but it's another to say it
during basic training.
You really still feel that way?
Tell me that the Platoon Commander
or one of your commanders
shouldn't be a fighter.
They're super fighters.
They're the best fighters in the IDF.
Commander Ada
is the best fighter.
Ultimately, being a fighter
is about character, not fitness.
True.
Yeah,
character, and maybe more muscle mass.
That's a fact, it's not...
something I made up.
Oh, it's a free paper.
That's so funny.
-What's that?
I don't get it.
-It's Brothers In Arms, you dummies.
Brothers In Arms is an organization
opposed to integrated battalions.
No, no,
they're these machos who...
"We were fighters
in the General Staff recon unit..."
Then they said,
"We don't want women to be fighters."
Give me a lighter,
I'm burning this.
I won't lie to you, bro,
I didn't want to say it in front of them
so they wouldn't start driving me crazy.
It's a fact, men's physical abilities
are better than women's.
Period.
Meged, there are all kinds, men too,
you can't generalize.
-Fine, so what?
There are women fighters,
you can't lie about it.
There are women fighters, bro,
real kick ass ones.
A few. -Are you saying the Platoon Sergeant
isn't a better fighter than you?
That's true.
You know how many studies
I've read about this shit?
You know why they didn't want to let
girls be fighters?
Because the weight
and all that walking
harms the uterus,
it can make it drop.
Did you know that?
They didn't let my sister be a fighter...
-That's irrelevant,
they didn't let my sister enlist at all.
For real.
You're a feminist, huh?
I'm super feminist,
don't get me wrong.
I wouldn't let my sister enlist not because
of the combat issue.
My sister's religious,
she won't even want to enlist,
I know her.
How old is she?
She's 16.
Introduce us.
Don't joke about that, you retard.
I won't touch her, I swear to God...
What does it say here?
"Different but equal."
Are guys equal to girls?
No. -No. -No.
Physiologically, girls aren't equal to guys.
Men will always have
a physiological advantage,
that's how we were born
and developed, and that's evolution.
You can't argue with that.
So I want to bring up a new concept.
What does an infantry soldier
need to achieve?
I enlisted into an IDF infantry battalion,
what do I need to achieve?
To protect the border.
-To protect the border.
Do you agree?
What does he have to do along the way?
He has to carry a certain weight,
has to pass a physical fitness test,
has to be fit enough
to be able to carry,
to be able to run with his vest on,
to be mentally strong enough
to function without food
or sleep, and when it's cold.
Those aren't
General Staff recon unit requirements
or the naval commando unit.
Those are things girls can achieve too.
In terms of required achievements,
we've proven that women can do it.
Unequivocally.
Platoon Commander, I've been wanting
to ask a question,
in a good way.
If you say girls
are physically
weaker than men,
then why shouldn't all the girls
be on the home front?
Maybe girls can't be in commandos.
Until Alice Miller, we didn't have
any women pilots either.
Is there shame
in being on the home front?
There's no war without the home front.
Are you asking why girls are drafted
into infantry units in the first place?
Right, if...
The last terrorist attack thwarted by
the Lions Battalion was done by a girl.
It's just that compared to the guys
in Golani, Givati and recon units,
coming to an integrated battalion
means being a bit less...
of a fighter.
The other battalions take up border positions
that are hotter than ours.
Like Hebron, the Jerusalem Periphery, Binyamin.
While we're in the Jordan Valley,
it isn't a cold sector,
but it's not as hot.
I don't agree with you.
If the IDF thought
you could be in a different unit...
But what do you think about me?
-I'm won't say what I think about you.
It would've put you there.
Dear Naama, let me tell you...
-Wait, I'm talking.
There are lots of things beyond our abilities.
-I'm talking. -Okay?
You can talk until tomorrow.
We're here because we really contribute.
We as girls and you as guys,
are contributing together.
We do our job,
which is to protect the border.
That's all, and it's fine.
Look,
when the Lions of the Jordan
entered the sector,
things calmed down.
We got lucky
and we have our own sector,
and there's nobody else
who knows the communities
and the residents,
the Palestinian population,
who knows exactly what's going on there.
There's nobody else.
And if you go home and say,
"I'm in an integrated battalion,"
and you're ashamed to say it,
then that's what you'll become.
You're building a battalion and a tradition
and a system,
and you've been fortunate.
You get to be a part of history.
I became an officer,
I'm planning on staying here,
I plan to change things.
The question is,
what are you planning to do?
What are your plans for yourselves
and this battalion?
The burden of proof is on you.
Noam started talking,
and my heart started racing.
He said such
stupid things.
He's always talking down...
-He's such an idiot.
I don't get how Meged is here with us
and does the same activities as us
and there are activities he sees
that he can't do without us,
and we can't do without them,
but he still thinks girls can't be fighters.
I don't understand why that's not changing,
we're totally proving otherwise.
It's something he's carrying from before,
and it comes from lack of confidence.
What Naama said
really pissed me off.
Who are you to tell me
what I can or cannot do?
Meged is a good soldier,
but by talking against
and upsetting people,
that brings everyone down.
Go head to head with them,
you'll also get hit...
When did I go head to head with them?
That's happening here.
We have to show them
we're not against them,
and I do see girls here
who are stronger than me
and do more than me,
I'm serious,
I'm not ashamed to say it.
They feel inferior, but that's not right,
they're not inferior, and we all
need to stand shoulder to shoulder.
When people ask me where I serve,
I proudly say,
"Lions of the Jordan."
I think I'll be more useful here
than in some recon unit.
They have enough good people, bro.
-Sure.
Where will you be more useful as a person?
Where the army put you.
-No, where do you personally,
Meged, think you'd be more useful?
Here or...
-In my opinion? -Yes.
I think I'd be more useful
in a recon unit.
Then you shouldn't be here.
Platoon 3, listen up.
-Attention, Platoon Sergeant!
Everyone
has a reason for coming here to be
a fighter, right?
Yes, Platoon Sergeant.
I want each of you
to think hard about that reason,
and why you deserve to be fighters.
Is that clear?
Yes, Platoon Sergeant.
Platoon 3, drop to crawling position!
Crawling position... -Drop!
Don't answer me.
Not again.
-Please don't say it,
please don't say it.
Platoon 3!
Yes, Platoon Sergeant.
Over here!
Crawling, Platoon 3!
Come on, over here! Great!
We did the same exercise
on the same hill
exactly the same way.
My elbow marks in the sand
were in the same place.
Then we did it again and again,
And I said, "God?
"Why?
"You could've been an education NCO.
"But here you are, crawling."
Come on, you're one platoon!
You can go back and help your buddies.
You can do it.
There's a girl named Sagi in the platoon.
Run, help them!
Sagi? -Don't talk to me.
-Sagi, sweetie...
Don't talk to me.
-It's me.
She's a fighter, she's a killer,
she never gives up.
Don't talk to me, go away!
-You don't want me next to you?
Go.
-I'm going.
I haven't seen that in any girl
other than Sagi.
She's outstanding,
her motivation is sky-high,
even though she's hurt,
and it's hard, she shuts her mouth
and she carries the water all day long,
and even I don't take the water
'cause it's hard.
She's nobody's fool.
I've never met a girl like Sagi.
Here.
Stop smoking those cigarettes.
That hurt.
It hurt? This?
Anyway,
Saturday night?
No... what?
-I'll think about it...
Wait. -What do you say?
-"What do you say?"
No, for real,
wanna go to Japanika
and a movie Saturday night?
Japanika?
I'm good with shawarma...
Shawarma.
That's not funny.
I knew it. -I want some shawarma.
-You do?
I want to go out with Sagi,
she's perfect, stunning.
I really connect with her.
I didn't think
that would happen here,
it came as a surprise.
You carried the water the whole time
during fieldcraft. -Yeah.
The whole time.
-I know. -Why?
Because they can't.
-What about your friends?
No, they can't do it.
Okay...
They were all sick, it was hard for them.
-My buddies were also like,
"My back hurts, my ass hurts,"
so what? -Okay.
They can't do it,
so I helped them. I carried it.
Did you see I was also
Commander May's liaison?
She told me.
I said, "Commander,
"she's carrying the water too long."
She said, "What can I do?
She's an animal."
Really?
I looked at her.
"Yeah, more than me."
I was doing the march,
and I felt I was collapsing,
my back hurt.
Yeah, you told me...
-So bad...
It was crazy.
-The "marching muscle."
Then you asked me,
"Are you doing the march?
"Are you doing the whole march?"
And I said, yes.
-No, I asked you
why they said you weren't doing it.
-Right, and I told you because I threw up
and my pulse was fast.
But after that,
I told you...
What?
-You held my hand like this
and I told you,
and I was going to go and you grabbed me
and looked at me,
you don't understand
what that did to my heart.
Really? -I swear.
Anyway,
so we're on for this weekend?
Yeah. -Yeah? -Yeah.
Great.
Platoon 3,
proceed to the grenade throwing area.
We're going to practice
throwing dummy grenades.
Good. Now you're holding a grenade.
Lever, safety pin.
When the Platoon Commander tells you,
"Prepare to throw grenade,"
you take your hand, twist,
remove, the safety pin stays in your hand.
You throw it and shout, "Grenade!"
Loud. It's important to announce it. Okay?
-Okay.
Today we're going to throw grenades.
I'm stressed.
It's...
There are lots of incidents
where people have lost their hands,
God forbid.
The truth is, I don't think I'm ready.
I don't know how much pressure the lever
has in my hand, how to catch it,
and if it slips, God forbid.
What do you do if a grenade
falls inside the position?
Grenade in the position,
grenade in the position!
Jeez... oh, outside?
Jump out.
Drop, drop!
Good.
Prepare to throw grenade!
Prepare to throw grenade.
-Throw grenade!
Throw grenade.
Grenade in the position!
-Grenade in the position!
Twenty-one, twenty-two,
twenty-three.
Exploded.
You got it?
Yes, but... -If something's not clear
I can explain it again.
No, everything's clear,
I'm just scared.
You're scared?
-Yes.
If you hold the grenade properly
there's nothing to be afraid of.
Yes, Platoon Commander. Thank you.
What could happen if I throw a grenade
is it could explode on me
and I would die into fragments.
Not one fragment, or fragment part,
fragments.
Remember, Avigail, if something happens,
I want you at my funeral.
Put a stone on my grave.
Make it one of the stones I threw
as a dummy grenade, so it's funny.
Attention, Platoon Sergeant.
Next thing you do is put on
bulletproof vests.
What's this gong to protect me from?
Shrapnel. You won't die.
Worst case, you'll have serious injuries,
but come on.
Okay, we have a grenade.
How do you hold it?
Finger on the lever, like this.
-Excellent.
This finger in the safety pin.
-And?
I throw it and shout, "Grenade!"
Twenty-one, twenty-two,
twenty-three.
bend down, "Exploded."
Great, that's all you need to know,
it's not that complicated.
I know, but the pressure.
-The Platoon Commander will explain
everything up there.
-What if I screw up?
No way.
Aren't you scared?
Honestly.
Yeah, I told her so.
What?
-I told her I'm scared.
Put in your earplugs and go...
Oh, I can go?
God have mercy.
Then you get a real grenade.
Ready?
Yes. Oh my god. -Let's go.
Take the grenade out.
I can't figure out
how to get it out of the vest.
It'll be fine.
It's nothing, it's just a grenade.
Excellent.
I take it out like this,
stressing that it's in my hand,
what do I do with it?
Hands outside the position.
Prepare to throw grenade!
-Prepare to throw grenade!
Throw grenade!
-Throw grenade!
Grenade!
-Grenade!
Twenty-one, twenty-two,
twenty-three.
Exploded.
-Exploded.
Let's see.
I saw where it hit.
-You're strong.
Yes!
Did I get it?
-The target's gone. -Yes!
You're crying already?
Yes...
What do you want?
I never exploded before...
I can't stand seeing it.
I just can't.
I'm scared it's going to explode.
Why do you think it'll explode?
Because if you take off the safety on a gun,
no bullet comes out
until you squeeze the trigger.
Here, as soon as you pull the pin
and let go,
you have four seconds,
the grenade doesn't care where it is.
If I was somewhere else,
I wouldn't have to hear
all this drama and crying all day.
It wouldn't happen in Givati
or in recon units,
it wouldn't happen anywhere else,
only here.
Fragmentation grenade, okay?
Nothing's going to happen. Why?
Because it's been checked.
-The pin is in. -And the pin is in.
Put in your earplugs,
you can go up to the Platoon Commander.
I have a grenade
and if I drop it
everyone dies.
Excellent.
God help me.
-Good.
Get right up on the edge.
Prepare to throw grenade!
-Prepare to throw grenade!
Throw grenade!
-Throw grenade!
Grenade! Twenty-one,
twenty-two, twenty-three.
Grenade!
Exploded!
-Did you hear her scream?
Was that a scream?
How was that?
-Great.
Yeah? -Yeah.
Was it that scary? -No.
Good.
Why are you so stressed out?
I'm not into this grenade thing.
Why not? It's fun.
-I know you're used to it.
But I... -Yeah, every other day.
We throw grenades
before going out to the Forum.
Isn't the Platoon Commander afraid?
Seriously, she could have
tons of idiots
who can't throw grenades.
We're all idiots
who can't throw grenades.
It's scary.
Okay.
Lever towards you,
safety pin down.
Okay?
Now put in your earplugs,
and go to the Platoon Commander.
-Wait, but...
There's nothing to be afraid of.
She's coming back with the pins,
go to her.
I should go?
-Don't worry.
It's really okay.
You screamed, you liar.
It sounded like, "Ahhh!"
It's really okay, Naama.
Don't you feel confident?
I do, but...
What? -It's still scary.
Don't worry.
It's okay.
Rest a second, you can have some water,
though it's been in the sun forever.
I'll be right with you.
-Okay.
You can't not be scared, but it's not that.
It's getting over the fear
and that's what's important.
Coming face to face with a terrorist
armed with a knife is also stressful
and I'm scared of that too.
Ready?
But I'll get over that fear
when the moment comes.
Let's get this over with.
That's what fighters do.
Okay,
stand right next to the wall.
Prepare to throw grenade!
-Prepare to throw grenade.
Throw grenade!
Hard!
Throw grenade.
-Grenade!
Twenty-one... -Grenade!
Twenty-two, twenty-three.
Exploded.
How was it?
Okay. -Yeah?
Scary?
It's not scary.
-It's not scary at all.
Great, take this.
-I threw it crooked.
You overcame the fear
and realized it's nothing.
It happens to all soldiers,
don't feel bad.
Thank you, Platoon Commander.
Nobody was born to be a fighter.
It's something you learn.
That's what we're doing here.
Well?
As far as I know, I'm still alive.
I've met so many losers in my life,
but he beats them all hands down.
God, he's such a loser.
-Without even trying.
The truth is, we heard...
-Can you sit down?
Sit down.
-We heard from people
that you're badmouthing us
a little in your room.
-Not a little.
Okay.
-You talk bad.
Fine. We do badmouth you.
-Okay, no problem.
Sometimes you do things
really arrogantly
and people see that as...
-That's why I wanted to talk to you.
I don't need to prove myself to anyone,
because my behavior
is my behavior,
you can accept it
or not accept it,
that's the bottom line.
I heard that you said
I said girls can't do it.
Let's get something straight...
-What did you say?
Let me tell you.
-You didn't say that? -No.
The only thing I said about girls
is that it's much more effective,
listen to what I'm saying,
it's much more effective
to be in Intelligence,
being lookouts, doing jobs
on the home front and not the front lines.
I'll tell you something
that's completely true,
I'm the most feminist person
you'll ever meet, okay?
And I really believe in female empowerment
and that girls...
Noam, I don't care about that.
Think whatever you like.
You do care,
that's why you didn't talk nice to me
this week. -No, I don't care about that.
Yes you do.
If you didn't care,
you'd have treated me normally.
So now you're telling me
what I care about?
Let me tell you one more thing.
When I'm upset, I can't talk to anyone,
especially not the person who upset me,
I'll snap at them.
That's my nature and I won't change that
for anyone,
and I can tell you everything
I said about you,
and you can also hear it
from other girls,
whatever you prefer.
-So why do that
and not tell me to my face
and talk about it?
I'm just saying,
you're slandering me,
and then to talk with me about it...
-"Slandering" you?
Noam, I didn't say anything...
-Yeah, that's what you did.
That you didn't say.
-That's what people told me you said.
If you don't come and ask me,
how will you know?
But here I am, I came.
Right, but I don't want to.
We'll continue this,
because we have
another 20 seconds.
I'm sick of this.
I swear.
We wouldn't have this problem
in a normal place.
I really don't understand
Naama's problem.
Whenever we talk, she makes comments,
like she's...
our discipline NCO.
Anyway, get out of my life
and that's all...
Do I owe anyone an explanation
about what I say?
I guess they're talking about
when I said I think
girls can be more effective
in home front jobs than as fighters.
So they took it as something chauvinist.
I think girls
can be much more effective
in home front jobs, Intelligence,
jobs men would die for,
that girls are better at,
what can you do?
Okay, bro.
-You see? No...
They're working on it.
-That's what I said...
I'll tell you what I think.
It's clear to me that there are girls here
who'd be better doing home front jobs.
There are also guys here that might be
better doing home front jobs. -Right.
It's all about the motivation,
how much of yourself you give.
Bottom line, like, Sagi.
Isn't she a better fighter than anyone here?
Honestly.
She's a fighter, bro. I don't know
if she's better or worse.
She has more endurance
than anyone here.
More than our whole squad
put together. -Yeah.
And more willpower,
whether we like it or not.
She carried the water
three or four days straight,
and we fight over
who's not gonna carry it. -Right.
You see? It's a fact.
And they say I'm a chauvinist...
Because you're in love with her, bro.
I'll tell you the truth,
I thought there's no way
I'd go out with someone
from my company.
I enlisted thinking there's no way
I'm getting into any relationship. -Yeah.
Inside or out.
No, I told myself
there's no way that's gonna happen.
I'll push it away any way I can,
it's not gonna happen.
Why?
Because I had real concerns about that.
Have you ever been in love?
Like, have you...
Really.
I told you, I haven't been in love a lot.
Just once.
I've never said it.
I've never said it to anyone.
You see? I can't even say it now.
Oh... -It's weird for me.
I never let myself feel something.
And now? -Yes.
Yes. -Yes.
I used to think about my exes
seven or eight minutes a day.
For real.
You thought about them
seven minutes a day? -On average.
Not like, now I'm thinking
about her for seven minutes,
look at my watch,
think about her seven minutes. No.
I thought about her seven minutes
a day on average.
This feels different.
Everything I do reminds me of you,
everything I do, I wonder how you're doing,
how you feel.
All the time.
I want to be able to be very open with you
so that if I feel
it's not right for me,
I'll tell you, "Sagi, it's not right for me."
The second you feel in your heart
there's no future,
you'll tell me to my face,
"I don't think...
"it's going to lead to anything."
So I don't have false hope, you see?
I think when we finish basic training
we'll understand what's going on much better.
Deal.
We're training for the squad test
we're going to have soon,
that sums up everything we've learned
about fighting in open terrain.
You climb mountains,
conquer summits,
always in full gear, vests, water, stretcher.
It's tough.
Contact on the right!
-Contact on the right!
Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire!
-Fire! Fire! -Straighten the line!
Fire! Fire!
One moving left!
-Fire! Fire!
Cover me, fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire!
-Go, Butcha.
I want to be ready for the squad test,
it's really important to me.
Left column enters from outside,
right column enters from inside. Go.
You need to learn lots of new things,
but it's fun.
Let's review the signals.
This is a staggered column.
Okay? -Yes.
-Great. What's this?
One column.
One column, what do you do?
Comb.
You get the difference now?
We always prefer not using paths.
That's where the enemy
lays ambushes and charges.
We'll go through streams, ravines.
It's important for me to win this test,
I want to show that when 3A
gives it their all,
they can be the best in the company.
Look at your watches, Platoon 3.
-Watches, Commander Nehorai.
You have a five-minute break
in the precast.
This was one of the hardest weeks of my life.
Seriously...
Last time we came back from the march,
I wanted a shower.
This time I want
some Klik chocolate.
All I want is Klik.
I get up in the morning...
-But I ate your Klik.
I need a day off, bro.
I'm dying to go home, bro.
Where's home?
Where's home, Butcha?
-What's your house like?
This reminds me of home.
No, bro, my house has more windows.
Sagi.
How will I introduce you to my parents?
How?
-Mom, Dad, please meet
"my Negevist."
You're sick in the head.
Even though I don't like where I am,
maybe I came here so I could meet her.
Doesn't she look like a Ninja Turtle?
She looks like Leonardo.
Time's up, get our squad.
Let's go!
3A, outside.
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, Company Commander.
We're here for your squad test.
We want to see what you've learned.
We'll have a few stations.
You're not being tested as individuals,
but as squads.
I want to see you going all out
and I want healthy competition,
and of course the winning squad
will be rewarded.
Good luck.
Thank you, Company Commander!
We're in this competition,
where every squad proves
what it's learned
and how it works together,
and because it's in squads,
it's like the guys versus the girls.
Give 'em hell, take it seriously.
Give it your all.
Not for the reward,
but to show everyone
that we're the best squad in this company.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're already the best.
Use good judgment, okay?
Don't yell,
"Fire! Fire!" for nothing.
You know what to do,
believe me.
Today is our chance
to show we can beat the guys
at everything.
Ready?
Yes, Commander Ada!
After what Noam said,
we'll do anything to win
and prove him wrong.
Give it your all,
okay?
-Yes, Commander Nehorai!
Let's go.
I think we'll win this, no problem.
There's no way the guys in my squad
will let the girls beat them.
Get into formation, the Platoon Sergeant
will give you the signal.
We're gonna win, 100 percent.
Staggered column behind me, we started.
We're great, and we're gonna win.
Squad test, hashtag we started.
It's like this, 3A.
One person on the stretcher,
four pick him up
and run to the finish line.
Let's go! Let's go!
Give me the strap.
-Quick, quick!
Go, go, go.
Weapon between your legs,
like I taught you, go, go.
Come on, higher.
Good, strap him in, lift.
Lift!`
Legs, lift!
-Legs, lift!
Stretcher to shoulder height.
Let's go.
Come on.
Run!
Run!
Good!
All the way!
Go, go!
Go, all the way!
More! More!
Just a little more!
Keep running!
-Down!
35 seconds.
Is that the fastest so far?
-Very good!
That's our best score,
we broke a record.
Very good! -Good!
-Let's go!
When we want to,
we can be the best here.
It's easy, we...
we're a crazy squad.
Literally.
That's it.
Stretcher to hip height.
-Stretcher to shoulder height.
Stretcher to the ground.
-61.
Good job, girls.
Well done, girls,
Let's go, everyone.
Go, go, go.
Come on! All the way to the top!
Go, run!
Because of this rivalry
between the guys and the girls,
we can't give up.
What's going on, 3A?
What's going on, Company Medic?
-Good.
Peleg falls wounded.
You all run up there
and come back to treat Peleg.
-Run!
More! More!
Come on, 3A, climb!
Come on!
You hear me?
-Where is he wounded?
First the bleeding.
Where did you say he's bleeding?
-Shrapnel in his left arm.
Okay, shrapnel.
Left arm.
Avigail, fall wounded.
Avigail.
Let me see if she's breathing.
She's breathing, but heavily.
Open her mouth.
Now I check consciousness, right?
-Report. -Write it. -Reporting!
What do you report?
-Um...
Command post, this is 3C Rooster,
we have a casualty.
We need to keep the airway open.
No, he's conscious.
-You're many people, you're a squad.
We need to cover him.
No, no, no.
He's conscious.
-You apply a tourniquet.
Are you holding on?
Hold your head.
I'm lying down.
One, two, three, out.
We worked like a squad
at a very high level.
Let's maintain her breathing
until the evac comes.
Medic, where's the evac?
There's no evac, he's dead.
Sorry, Peleg.
What a bummer.
Two columns heading back.
We messed up with the first aid.
There were a few mistakes,
and that's a bummer.
Excellent, Karina.
Excellent, Naama. Go.
Excellent, girls.
We felt that we did a really good job.
The competition adds to the pressure
and the pressure makes us
work better as a squad.
How's it going, 3A?
Fine, Platoon Commander.
Great, at this station you're being tested
on your knowledge of movement
and signals.
How do you signal
moving across inferior terrain?
If this is 360.
No.
Show me the signal for danger procedure.
Great. You even got the bonus.
Want another one? -Yes.
Okay.
Get into formation.
Moshe!
Come on.
Okay, here's what's gonna happen.
We're going
to move across inferior terrain.
Moshe, you advance your team.
It's not complicated,
just focus on our signals
and provide cover.
Pay attention
that you could be abducted,
that's why we're covering in pairs,
always.
Me, you and Adi,
here, cover towards the wadi.
Then they run, we cover them,
everyone aims outside.
We take the summit.
We need to move across inferior terrain.
We're on a certain hill,
we need to get to the other hill,
and between them
we have to cross through a wadi,
advancing in pairs.
Come on.
He should be advancing them in pairs.
Next time advance in pairs.
The fewer people are up,
the less danger there is.
3C, 3.
Excellent exercise.
Get up, girls.
There's no way they're beating us today.
Okay, you wanna know where you are?
Yes, crawling, Platoon Sergeant.
This is the starting line,
see the stones on both sides?
Yes, Platoon Sergeant!
-That's the finish line.
You're being tested on time,
teamwork,
and how you help each other.
Okay, this is the money-time.
A crawling station.
Spread out here.
We're standing on the line,
looking at each other like,
"Nobody gives up
"don't stop for a second..."
It's pretty straight,
this'll be easy.
Everybody's thinking
we've already done this,
this time it's straight
and not uphill.
Teamwork is key.
Nobody stops, I don't care if it hurts.
Am I clear?
-Yes, Commander Ada!
Good luck!
Go, go. -Do it!
-Do it, do it.
Very good!
Go, do it, girls!
Nobody stops, go!
Go, go!
I want to see you all blue.
Go, go!
Good job, Lions.
Great, girls, keep going!
Come on, Koren.
You've gotta do it.
It's just a small injury,
that's not stopping our squad.
Go, Adi! Go, girls!
Who's gonna finish first? Fight for it!
Go.
I want fire in your eyes!
Aren't you fighters?
You gotta keep going, Koren.
Come on!
-Just a little bit more.
Go. Two meters.
Come on.
Meged, two meters, don't give up.
Son of a bitch.
Very good!
Get up, Koren!
3A, none of you crawled
with those who came behind you.
I know it's hard,
but in the future, crawl with them.
Oh, okay.
-Encourage them by crawling.
That was probably to check
how bonded our squad is.
I think it was our mistake.
We really thought the goal
was to finish as fast as possible,
so we didn't run back
and crawl with the guys who were last.
Did you finish?
-Yeah, let's go.
Never leave anyone.
Go, girls!
-Come on, Sharon.
One...
Knee...
-Let's go, let's go.
One, two...
-Come on, Sharon.
We won't get to shower
because of you. Move your ass.
One, two, let's go,
let's go, let's go,
great, great.
Good, girls, this is the end.
Good,
well done on the teamwork.
We saw how you sacrificed
everything to help each other.
We were really on top of it
and we really worked together.
We decided we were going to win.
Start moving.
-Let's go!
I believe we're the winning class,
that's what I want to believe,
and I'll be bummed out if we don't win.
I sniffed around to see how we're doing,
and we were really good,
so well done.
Do we have a chance at winning?
We're satisfied just being good,
but if we win first place,
that'll be a bonus.
The squad test
tested your professionalism
and teamwork.
One squad won
and it won
by a big lead,
in its appearance, individual soldiery
and teamwork.
This squad really was
several levels above everybody else.
That squad is 3C.
I told you.
It's crazy. We never competed
against them so bad
in a concluding exercise.
It's amazing.
Who's representing the squad?
There's a certificate for the squad.
They deserve a round of applause, guys.
The truth is, it felt terrible.
They didn't win for coming in first
in every task,
but more because of
order and organization,
so good for them, but I don't think
that's what should win the competition.
Congratulations, your squad
led the test, and we could see that,
so keep up the good work
and have a great day.
Good day, Platoon Commander.
Attention, Commander Ada,
can we put this up in our room?
I need to think about it.
Good job, 3C.
You make the platoon proud.
The fact that the girls won
doesn't mean they're better.
All they did was win a squad test...
That's all.
Stop being so stressed out all the time.
I'm not stressed out, Dad.
I'm not stressed out or anything.
I want to get the hell out of here.
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to be here.
-Okay.
That's your decision,
and yours alone,
but it's not wise
to give up and go,
---
With me... -Battle!
With me... -Battle!
I dreamed of serving in an elite unit,
a recon unit.
He's been a soldier from birth.
I got so excited
just seeing a tank.
I sent them faxes every day.
They told me my assignment
would be based on the army's needs.
My dream was shattered.
Weapon! -Weapon!
Oh my god!
You see them lowering the level
because of girl fighters.
Is everything okay?
-Yeah, it's just too close.
They're women, go do some shopping.
God made them different.
Good, that's the way to do it.
Excellent!
You have a lot of work to do.
The guys think they're Rambo,
and they need to lift their egos
because they don't see this
as a real combat job.
When's the formation?
In eight minutes,
get all the guys here now, Yair.
I came here to be a fighter,
not to arrange the guys' gear.
Get the helmet,
don't just stand there!
Platoon 3 is a disgrace.
It's not us, it's them.
Instead of the platoon helping each other,
the girls badmouth us
in front of the commanders.
Hold your weapons, let's go!
I have to show them I can do it,
I can't stop now.
Wanna switch?
I never thought I'd say things like that,
but I'm changing.
Platoon 3!
Over here!
Crawling, Platoon 3!
Come on!
I'm dying...
-You have to crawl.
Drop!
Crawling through a smoke grenade
is one of the toughest exercises.
Crawling like psychos on a mountain
with sharp rocks
that puncture your arms.
The closer you get, the thicker the smoke,
and you inhale all the smoke,
it sucks and it's gross.
Come on! Over here!
Come on, drop down...
Come on!
-Come on, Platoon 3!
What's that stench?
I feel like I can't breathe,
my head's getting really heavy.
Son of a bitch, I can't breathe.
I wanted to die.
Son of a bitch.
Nobody's made it to me!
Come on, Platoon 3!
At some point you start feeling
that you're breaking.
Come on, Platoon 3!
You get smoke in your face,
your mouth, your nose,
you taste the smoke grenade.
Don't tell me "I don't want to"!
It has this metallic taste.
Nobody gives up!
Come on!
I'm dying...
My throat's dying.
It hurts a little, Platoon 3.
There were lots of pointy rocks
that were like glass.
My arms and knees were exploding with pain
and I inhaled lots of smoke.
Yana, our champ.
-Come on!
Yana, seven more and you're there.
One...
-Go, Yana.
Two...
Come on.
-Go, Yana.
At a certain point
I couldn't go on,
I ran out of energy.
Come on, Yana.
Why did I wear thermal underwear?
Start crawling!
Everybody together, Yana.
One,
two,
three,
four...
Everyone thinks I'm the best athlete
and the best at everything.
Come on, Yana. -Six...
Even for me it was hard.
Come on, Platoon 3!
I don't want to see anybody walking
until you touch my feet!
Let's go, Platoon 3!
I'm crawling on all fours.
I look and I'm in shock.
The girls weren't moving.
It was crazy.
I'm not doing it.
Who's giving up?
It makes me think
I shouldn't count on the girls
in the moment of truth
because I know I'd be risking my life.
In an operation,
if she's not sharp enough
or doesn't cover me,
both our lives would be at risk.
That's life in a combat unit,
with bullets whistling by
and you see your friends, God forbid,
getting hit or wounded,
they won't be able to handle that.
What happened to Almog?
Almog choked from the smoke
and couldn't breathe.
Take it off.
Almog, we're supposed to breathe
it a lot more.
Almog, take off your neck warmer.
I'm trying to breathe but I can't,
it's suffocating.
It burns my throat.
Let's open your vest, Almog?
Take it off.
It really hurt me...
and I couldn't go on.
I couldn't keep going.
Do you actually feel it burning?
How much, on a scale of one to ten?
Seven.
Why did you come here?
You want to be like the guys,
you want to fight and protect your country,
go ahead,
but take into account it's gonna be hard.
Are you okay?
That's not what a fighter looks like.
I wasn't supposed to be there,
so I'm bummed,
because I didn't spend my whole life dreaming
of being in an integrated battalion.
The most important thing for me
is for you to be happy.
If you're happy, it'll be easy for us.
You know I'm not happy.
-Because it's hard for us.
I didn't want to go to the battalions, Dad.
Be on a mission every day,
just like you wanted.
You'll be holding the line for all intents
and purposes. -I know.
Give it a chance.
-They're making history.
You really believe
integrated battalions can...? -Yes, yes.
Without a doubt. -The spearhead.
-Without a doubt. -The spearhead.
In a place with so much ambition...
-I have faith.
Like those girls have...
-And you'll have the ambition
and you'll see the integrated battalions...
you'll be proud and you'll want
your battalion to succeed.
You're not letting your soul relax.
Of course I'm not.
-You're always...
Because if I had the chance...
-So keep going,
what can I tell you?
-But what can I do?
I'm serious.
-But the army doesn't work the way you want.
You need to accept that.
-Okay,
so you want me to tell you,
"I accept it"?
Noam,
everywhere you went,
when you wanted a certain school
and you didn't get it,
you excelled.
Now you work on completing basic training...
Okay.
-Give it your all,
go...
do a squad commanders course.
Any father would tell you that.
What's wrong?
Here's what we're doing.
This is actually a race
while carrying a wounded soldier.
Your goal is to do it
in as little time as you can
and to pass the other group.
Look at your watches.
-Watches, Commander Ada.
Almog's taken a bullet to the leg,
you treat her and then carry her.
You see where the gear is?
Yes, Commander.
-Great,
your chopper's there, waiting to evacuate
you, you're in enemy territory.
You have
five minutes, go!
She's been shot...
-Cover us from over there.
Four fingers.
-Cover us!
Tourniquet! Tourniquet!
Prepare to carry!
I remind you you're in enemy territory.
You're wounded,
you don't put your legs on her.
Lift me up, girls.
Me, not Almog.
Look at your watches,
in the allotted time
all the casualties will be in the air...
-No, turn around.
Two-and-a-half minutes.
Left team, carry.
Come on, let's go.
-Quick, work fast!
Higher.
-He doesn't have more
than a minute
to get in the air.
Watch the height, not like that.
-There's no time.
Grab him.
Quick!
-There's no time. -Quick.
Come on!
What?
It's been four-and-a-half minutes,
the chopper was shot down long ago.
Good, Yair!
Almost there.
You're so heavy.
Well done, guys,
that was great.
Take a break.
Fold up the gear and we'll take a break.
Let's go!
NO IDEA
Move, Naama.
That's it.
I'm dead, bro.
Give me a light.
Oh, oh!
-Quiet. -My arms.
Die, quiet.
-You're losing height.
Shut up already, 3C,
I'm not joking.
No, no, Almog, no!
My arms are slipping!
You're the most annoying
casualty in the world. -Stop shouting.
Let's go, up! Shut up!
Just a minute.
-Why are you getting up, Almog?
You're ruining the exercise for us.
Get up, get up.
NO IDEA
Yes, Commander.
-Yeah? So what's the problem?
Look at your watches,
three minutes.
Hold her leg in the air.
-Help me up.
Leg in the air.
-Avigail. -Get up, get up.
What's gonna happen
when were on a real operation?
If someone's wounded,
won't the girls be able to carry him?
Are we just gonna leave him there?
That's what a platoon does,
we'll fight back to back,
we'll do arrests together.
If you're not with us 100 percent,
it just won't work.
Good.
Come on, let's go.
It's okay.
Just because
we didn't manage,
it doesn't mean we won't manage,
so we should practice,
and it's okay.
Wanna see something funny?
No. -No.
"Serious problems
in the integrated battalions,
"there are many shortcomings and failures
in the integrated battalions..."
Where did you find this newspaper?
-"The fighters have low motivation,
"failure to follow the recommendations
of medical officials..." -What's the date?
"Ignoring personal problems,
lowered motivation..." -What's the date?
These are exactly the problems we have here.
"Leads to a dropout rate..."
-You're the problems we have here, retard.
I swear, those are the problems we have here.
"Low motivation among soldiers..."
-Open the page,
why read the summary? -"Failure to follow
the recommendations of medical officials..."
Give it here.
"Are the women fighting or recovering?"
Show me.
What? -Move, I'll read it.
-No, you're lying! I swear.
What is this newspaper?
"After three months
I suffered the same things,
"until I completely shut down.
"I was released after 28 months
"and today I have disabilities
and I take medication."
That'll be me.
-"She emphasized that before enlisting
"she was completely healthy."
Bottom line, girls are less effective...
-They say that when girls enlist
it harms the IDF's fitness.
-That's very true.
If we were instead of General Staff recon unit,
I'd say, this is suspicious,
I don't think it's worth it.
Don't you agree that women
aren't physically as good as men?
No problem, but...
-Not in terms of "good,"
God forbid,
I'm not saying "good."
Girls shouldn't be in combat units because
they're less effective.
Come on, I'm not less capable
than reserves battalions.
It's one thing to say that before you enlist,
but it's another to say it
during basic training.
You really still feel that way?
Tell me that the Platoon Commander
or one of your commanders
shouldn't be a fighter.
They're super fighters.
They're the best fighters in the IDF.
Commander Ada
is the best fighter.
Ultimately, being a fighter
is about character, not fitness.
True.
Yeah,
character, and maybe more muscle mass.
That's a fact, it's not...
something I made up.
Oh, it's a free paper.
That's so funny.
-What's that?
I don't get it.
-It's Brothers In Arms, you dummies.
Brothers In Arms is an organization
opposed to integrated battalions.
No, no,
they're these machos who...
"We were fighters
in the General Staff recon unit..."
Then they said,
"We don't want women to be fighters."
Give me a lighter,
I'm burning this.
I won't lie to you, bro,
I didn't want to say it in front of them
so they wouldn't start driving me crazy.
It's a fact, men's physical abilities
are better than women's.
Period.
Meged, there are all kinds, men too,
you can't generalize.
-Fine, so what?
There are women fighters,
you can't lie about it.
There are women fighters, bro,
real kick ass ones.
A few. -Are you saying the Platoon Sergeant
isn't a better fighter than you?
That's true.
You know how many studies
I've read about this shit?
You know why they didn't want to let
girls be fighters?
Because the weight
and all that walking
harms the uterus,
it can make it drop.
Did you know that?
They didn't let my sister be a fighter...
-That's irrelevant,
they didn't let my sister enlist at all.
For real.
You're a feminist, huh?
I'm super feminist,
don't get me wrong.
I wouldn't let my sister enlist not because
of the combat issue.
My sister's religious,
she won't even want to enlist,
I know her.
How old is she?
She's 16.
Introduce us.
Don't joke about that, you retard.
I won't touch her, I swear to God...
What does it say here?
"Different but equal."
Are guys equal to girls?
No. -No. -No.
Physiologically, girls aren't equal to guys.
Men will always have
a physiological advantage,
that's how we were born
and developed, and that's evolution.
You can't argue with that.
So I want to bring up a new concept.
What does an infantry soldier
need to achieve?
I enlisted into an IDF infantry battalion,
what do I need to achieve?
To protect the border.
-To protect the border.
Do you agree?
What does he have to do along the way?
He has to carry a certain weight,
has to pass a physical fitness test,
has to be fit enough
to be able to carry,
to be able to run with his vest on,
to be mentally strong enough
to function without food
or sleep, and when it's cold.
Those aren't
General Staff recon unit requirements
or the naval commando unit.
Those are things girls can achieve too.
In terms of required achievements,
we've proven that women can do it.
Unequivocally.
Platoon Commander, I've been wanting
to ask a question,
in a good way.
If you say girls
are physically
weaker than men,
then why shouldn't all the girls
be on the home front?
Maybe girls can't be in commandos.
Until Alice Miller, we didn't have
any women pilots either.
Is there shame
in being on the home front?
There's no war without the home front.
Are you asking why girls are drafted
into infantry units in the first place?
Right, if...
The last terrorist attack thwarted by
the Lions Battalion was done by a girl.
It's just that compared to the guys
in Golani, Givati and recon units,
coming to an integrated battalion
means being a bit less...
of a fighter.
The other battalions take up border positions
that are hotter than ours.
Like Hebron, the Jerusalem Periphery, Binyamin.
While we're in the Jordan Valley,
it isn't a cold sector,
but it's not as hot.
I don't agree with you.
If the IDF thought
you could be in a different unit...
But what do you think about me?
-I'm won't say what I think about you.
It would've put you there.
Dear Naama, let me tell you...
-Wait, I'm talking.
There are lots of things beyond our abilities.
-I'm talking. -Okay?
You can talk until tomorrow.
We're here because we really contribute.
We as girls and you as guys,
are contributing together.
We do our job,
which is to protect the border.
That's all, and it's fine.
Look,
when the Lions of the Jordan
entered the sector,
things calmed down.
We got lucky
and we have our own sector,
and there's nobody else
who knows the communities
and the residents,
the Palestinian population,
who knows exactly what's going on there.
There's nobody else.
And if you go home and say,
"I'm in an integrated battalion,"
and you're ashamed to say it,
then that's what you'll become.
You're building a battalion and a tradition
and a system,
and you've been fortunate.
You get to be a part of history.
I became an officer,
I'm planning on staying here,
I plan to change things.
The question is,
what are you planning to do?
What are your plans for yourselves
and this battalion?
The burden of proof is on you.
Noam started talking,
and my heart started racing.
He said such
stupid things.
He's always talking down...
-He's such an idiot.
I don't get how Meged is here with us
and does the same activities as us
and there are activities he sees
that he can't do without us,
and we can't do without them,
but he still thinks girls can't be fighters.
I don't understand why that's not changing,
we're totally proving otherwise.
It's something he's carrying from before,
and it comes from lack of confidence.
What Naama said
really pissed me off.
Who are you to tell me
what I can or cannot do?
Meged is a good soldier,
but by talking against
and upsetting people,
that brings everyone down.
Go head to head with them,
you'll also get hit...
When did I go head to head with them?
That's happening here.
We have to show them
we're not against them,
and I do see girls here
who are stronger than me
and do more than me,
I'm serious,
I'm not ashamed to say it.
They feel inferior, but that's not right,
they're not inferior, and we all
need to stand shoulder to shoulder.
When people ask me where I serve,
I proudly say,
"Lions of the Jordan."
I think I'll be more useful here
than in some recon unit.
They have enough good people, bro.
-Sure.
Where will you be more useful as a person?
Where the army put you.
-No, where do you personally,
Meged, think you'd be more useful?
Here or...
-In my opinion? -Yes.
I think I'd be more useful
in a recon unit.
Then you shouldn't be here.
Platoon 3, listen up.
-Attention, Platoon Sergeant!
Everyone
has a reason for coming here to be
a fighter, right?
Yes, Platoon Sergeant.
I want each of you
to think hard about that reason,
and why you deserve to be fighters.
Is that clear?
Yes, Platoon Sergeant.
Platoon 3, drop to crawling position!
Crawling position... -Drop!
Don't answer me.
Not again.
-Please don't say it,
please don't say it.
Platoon 3!
Yes, Platoon Sergeant.
Over here!
Crawling, Platoon 3!
Come on, over here! Great!
We did the same exercise
on the same hill
exactly the same way.
My elbow marks in the sand
were in the same place.
Then we did it again and again,
And I said, "God?
"Why?
"You could've been an education NCO.
"But here you are, crawling."
Come on, you're one platoon!
You can go back and help your buddies.
You can do it.
There's a girl named Sagi in the platoon.
Run, help them!
Sagi? -Don't talk to me.
-Sagi, sweetie...
Don't talk to me.
-It's me.
She's a fighter, she's a killer,
she never gives up.
Don't talk to me, go away!
-You don't want me next to you?
Go.
-I'm going.
I haven't seen that in any girl
other than Sagi.
She's outstanding,
her motivation is sky-high,
even though she's hurt,
and it's hard, she shuts her mouth
and she carries the water all day long,
and even I don't take the water
'cause it's hard.
She's nobody's fool.
I've never met a girl like Sagi.
Here.
Stop smoking those cigarettes.
That hurt.
It hurt? This?
Anyway,
Saturday night?
No... what?
-I'll think about it...
Wait. -What do you say?
-"What do you say?"
No, for real,
wanna go to Japanika
and a movie Saturday night?
Japanika?
I'm good with shawarma...
Shawarma.
That's not funny.
I knew it. -I want some shawarma.
-You do?
I want to go out with Sagi,
she's perfect, stunning.
I really connect with her.
I didn't think
that would happen here,
it came as a surprise.
You carried the water the whole time
during fieldcraft. -Yeah.
The whole time.
-I know. -Why?
Because they can't.
-What about your friends?
No, they can't do it.
Okay...
They were all sick, it was hard for them.
-My buddies were also like,
"My back hurts, my ass hurts,"
so what? -Okay.
They can't do it,
so I helped them. I carried it.
Did you see I was also
Commander May's liaison?
She told me.
I said, "Commander,
"she's carrying the water too long."
She said, "What can I do?
She's an animal."
Really?
I looked at her.
"Yeah, more than me."
I was doing the march,
and I felt I was collapsing,
my back hurt.
Yeah, you told me...
-So bad...
It was crazy.
-The "marching muscle."
Then you asked me,
"Are you doing the march?
"Are you doing the whole march?"
And I said, yes.
-No, I asked you
why they said you weren't doing it.
-Right, and I told you because I threw up
and my pulse was fast.
But after that,
I told you...
What?
-You held my hand like this
and I told you,
and I was going to go and you grabbed me
and looked at me,
you don't understand
what that did to my heart.
Really? -I swear.
Anyway,
so we're on for this weekend?
Yeah. -Yeah? -Yeah.
Great.
Platoon 3,
proceed to the grenade throwing area.
We're going to practice
throwing dummy grenades.
Good. Now you're holding a grenade.
Lever, safety pin.
When the Platoon Commander tells you,
"Prepare to throw grenade,"
you take your hand, twist,
remove, the safety pin stays in your hand.
You throw it and shout, "Grenade!"
Loud. It's important to announce it. Okay?
-Okay.
Today we're going to throw grenades.
I'm stressed.
It's...
There are lots of incidents
where people have lost their hands,
God forbid.
The truth is, I don't think I'm ready.
I don't know how much pressure the lever
has in my hand, how to catch it,
and if it slips, God forbid.
What do you do if a grenade
falls inside the position?
Grenade in the position,
grenade in the position!
Jeez... oh, outside?
Jump out.
Drop, drop!
Good.
Prepare to throw grenade!
Prepare to throw grenade.
-Throw grenade!
Throw grenade.
Grenade in the position!
-Grenade in the position!
Twenty-one, twenty-two,
twenty-three.
Exploded.
You got it?
Yes, but... -If something's not clear
I can explain it again.
No, everything's clear,
I'm just scared.
You're scared?
-Yes.
If you hold the grenade properly
there's nothing to be afraid of.
Yes, Platoon Commander. Thank you.
What could happen if I throw a grenade
is it could explode on me
and I would die into fragments.
Not one fragment, or fragment part,
fragments.
Remember, Avigail, if something happens,
I want you at my funeral.
Put a stone on my grave.
Make it one of the stones I threw
as a dummy grenade, so it's funny.
Attention, Platoon Sergeant.
Next thing you do is put on
bulletproof vests.
What's this gong to protect me from?
Shrapnel. You won't die.
Worst case, you'll have serious injuries,
but come on.
Okay, we have a grenade.
How do you hold it?
Finger on the lever, like this.
-Excellent.
This finger in the safety pin.
-And?
I throw it and shout, "Grenade!"
Twenty-one, twenty-two,
twenty-three.
bend down, "Exploded."
Great, that's all you need to know,
it's not that complicated.
I know, but the pressure.
-The Platoon Commander will explain
everything up there.
-What if I screw up?
No way.
Aren't you scared?
Honestly.
Yeah, I told her so.
What?
-I told her I'm scared.
Put in your earplugs and go...
Oh, I can go?
God have mercy.
Then you get a real grenade.
Ready?
Yes. Oh my god. -Let's go.
Take the grenade out.
I can't figure out
how to get it out of the vest.
It'll be fine.
It's nothing, it's just a grenade.
Excellent.
I take it out like this,
stressing that it's in my hand,
what do I do with it?
Hands outside the position.
Prepare to throw grenade!
-Prepare to throw grenade!
Throw grenade!
-Throw grenade!
Grenade!
-Grenade!
Twenty-one, twenty-two,
twenty-three.
Exploded.
-Exploded.
Let's see.
I saw where it hit.
-You're strong.
Yes!
Did I get it?
-The target's gone. -Yes!
You're crying already?
Yes...
What do you want?
I never exploded before...
I can't stand seeing it.
I just can't.
I'm scared it's going to explode.
Why do you think it'll explode?
Because if you take off the safety on a gun,
no bullet comes out
until you squeeze the trigger.
Here, as soon as you pull the pin
and let go,
you have four seconds,
the grenade doesn't care where it is.
If I was somewhere else,
I wouldn't have to hear
all this drama and crying all day.
It wouldn't happen in Givati
or in recon units,
it wouldn't happen anywhere else,
only here.
Fragmentation grenade, okay?
Nothing's going to happen. Why?
Because it's been checked.
-The pin is in. -And the pin is in.
Put in your earplugs,
you can go up to the Platoon Commander.
I have a grenade
and if I drop it
everyone dies.
Excellent.
God help me.
-Good.
Get right up on the edge.
Prepare to throw grenade!
-Prepare to throw grenade!
Throw grenade!
-Throw grenade!
Grenade! Twenty-one,
twenty-two, twenty-three.
Grenade!
Exploded!
-Did you hear her scream?
Was that a scream?
How was that?
-Great.
Yeah? -Yeah.
Was it that scary? -No.
Good.
Why are you so stressed out?
I'm not into this grenade thing.
Why not? It's fun.
-I know you're used to it.
But I... -Yeah, every other day.
We throw grenades
before going out to the Forum.
Isn't the Platoon Commander afraid?
Seriously, she could have
tons of idiots
who can't throw grenades.
We're all idiots
who can't throw grenades.
It's scary.
Okay.
Lever towards you,
safety pin down.
Okay?
Now put in your earplugs,
and go to the Platoon Commander.
-Wait, but...
There's nothing to be afraid of.
She's coming back with the pins,
go to her.
I should go?
-Don't worry.
It's really okay.
You screamed, you liar.
It sounded like, "Ahhh!"
It's really okay, Naama.
Don't you feel confident?
I do, but...
What? -It's still scary.
Don't worry.
It's okay.
Rest a second, you can have some water,
though it's been in the sun forever.
I'll be right with you.
-Okay.
You can't not be scared, but it's not that.
It's getting over the fear
and that's what's important.
Coming face to face with a terrorist
armed with a knife is also stressful
and I'm scared of that too.
Ready?
But I'll get over that fear
when the moment comes.
Let's get this over with.
That's what fighters do.
Okay,
stand right next to the wall.
Prepare to throw grenade!
-Prepare to throw grenade.
Throw grenade!
Hard!
Throw grenade.
-Grenade!
Twenty-one... -Grenade!
Twenty-two, twenty-three.
Exploded.
How was it?
Okay. -Yeah?
Scary?
It's not scary.
-It's not scary at all.
Great, take this.
-I threw it crooked.
You overcame the fear
and realized it's nothing.
It happens to all soldiers,
don't feel bad.
Thank you, Platoon Commander.
Nobody was born to be a fighter.
It's something you learn.
That's what we're doing here.
Well?
As far as I know, I'm still alive.
I've met so many losers in my life,
but he beats them all hands down.
God, he's such a loser.
-Without even trying.
The truth is, we heard...
-Can you sit down?
Sit down.
-We heard from people
that you're badmouthing us
a little in your room.
-Not a little.
Okay.
-You talk bad.
Fine. We do badmouth you.
-Okay, no problem.
Sometimes you do things
really arrogantly
and people see that as...
-That's why I wanted to talk to you.
I don't need to prove myself to anyone,
because my behavior
is my behavior,
you can accept it
or not accept it,
that's the bottom line.
I heard that you said
I said girls can't do it.
Let's get something straight...
-What did you say?
Let me tell you.
-You didn't say that? -No.
The only thing I said about girls
is that it's much more effective,
listen to what I'm saying,
it's much more effective
to be in Intelligence,
being lookouts, doing jobs
on the home front and not the front lines.
I'll tell you something
that's completely true,
I'm the most feminist person
you'll ever meet, okay?
And I really believe in female empowerment
and that girls...
Noam, I don't care about that.
Think whatever you like.
You do care,
that's why you didn't talk nice to me
this week. -No, I don't care about that.
Yes you do.
If you didn't care,
you'd have treated me normally.
So now you're telling me
what I care about?
Let me tell you one more thing.
When I'm upset, I can't talk to anyone,
especially not the person who upset me,
I'll snap at them.
That's my nature and I won't change that
for anyone,
and I can tell you everything
I said about you,
and you can also hear it
from other girls,
whatever you prefer.
-So why do that
and not tell me to my face
and talk about it?
I'm just saying,
you're slandering me,
and then to talk with me about it...
-"Slandering" you?
Noam, I didn't say anything...
-Yeah, that's what you did.
That you didn't say.
-That's what people told me you said.
If you don't come and ask me,
how will you know?
But here I am, I came.
Right, but I don't want to.
We'll continue this,
because we have
another 20 seconds.
I'm sick of this.
I swear.
We wouldn't have this problem
in a normal place.
I really don't understand
Naama's problem.
Whenever we talk, she makes comments,
like she's...
our discipline NCO.
Anyway, get out of my life
and that's all...
Do I owe anyone an explanation
about what I say?
I guess they're talking about
when I said I think
girls can be more effective
in home front jobs than as fighters.
So they took it as something chauvinist.
I think girls
can be much more effective
in home front jobs, Intelligence,
jobs men would die for,
that girls are better at,
what can you do?
Okay, bro.
-You see? No...
They're working on it.
-That's what I said...
I'll tell you what I think.
It's clear to me that there are girls here
who'd be better doing home front jobs.
There are also guys here that might be
better doing home front jobs. -Right.
It's all about the motivation,
how much of yourself you give.
Bottom line, like, Sagi.
Isn't she a better fighter than anyone here?
Honestly.
She's a fighter, bro. I don't know
if she's better or worse.
She has more endurance
than anyone here.
More than our whole squad
put together. -Yeah.
And more willpower,
whether we like it or not.
She carried the water
three or four days straight,
and we fight over
who's not gonna carry it. -Right.
You see? It's a fact.
And they say I'm a chauvinist...
Because you're in love with her, bro.
I'll tell you the truth,
I thought there's no way
I'd go out with someone
from my company.
I enlisted thinking there's no way
I'm getting into any relationship. -Yeah.
Inside or out.
No, I told myself
there's no way that's gonna happen.
I'll push it away any way I can,
it's not gonna happen.
Why?
Because I had real concerns about that.
Have you ever been in love?
Like, have you...
Really.
I told you, I haven't been in love a lot.
Just once.
I've never said it.
I've never said it to anyone.
You see? I can't even say it now.
Oh... -It's weird for me.
I never let myself feel something.
And now? -Yes.
Yes. -Yes.
I used to think about my exes
seven or eight minutes a day.
For real.
You thought about them
seven minutes a day? -On average.
Not like, now I'm thinking
about her for seven minutes,
look at my watch,
think about her seven minutes. No.
I thought about her seven minutes
a day on average.
This feels different.
Everything I do reminds me of you,
everything I do, I wonder how you're doing,
how you feel.
All the time.
I want to be able to be very open with you
so that if I feel
it's not right for me,
I'll tell you, "Sagi, it's not right for me."
The second you feel in your heart
there's no future,
you'll tell me to my face,
"I don't think...
"it's going to lead to anything."
So I don't have false hope, you see?
I think when we finish basic training
we'll understand what's going on much better.
Deal.
We're training for the squad test
we're going to have soon,
that sums up everything we've learned
about fighting in open terrain.
You climb mountains,
conquer summits,
always in full gear, vests, water, stretcher.
It's tough.
Contact on the right!
-Contact on the right!
Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire!
-Fire! Fire! -Straighten the line!
Fire! Fire!
One moving left!
-Fire! Fire!
Cover me, fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire!
-Go, Butcha.
I want to be ready for the squad test,
it's really important to me.
Left column enters from outside,
right column enters from inside. Go.
You need to learn lots of new things,
but it's fun.
Let's review the signals.
This is a staggered column.
Okay? -Yes.
-Great. What's this?
One column.
One column, what do you do?
Comb.
You get the difference now?
We always prefer not using paths.
That's where the enemy
lays ambushes and charges.
We'll go through streams, ravines.
It's important for me to win this test,
I want to show that when 3A
gives it their all,
they can be the best in the company.
Look at your watches, Platoon 3.
-Watches, Commander Nehorai.
You have a five-minute break
in the precast.
This was one of the hardest weeks of my life.
Seriously...
Last time we came back from the march,
I wanted a shower.
This time I want
some Klik chocolate.
All I want is Klik.
I get up in the morning...
-But I ate your Klik.
I need a day off, bro.
I'm dying to go home, bro.
Where's home?
Where's home, Butcha?
-What's your house like?
This reminds me of home.
No, bro, my house has more windows.
Sagi.
How will I introduce you to my parents?
How?
-Mom, Dad, please meet
"my Negevist."
You're sick in the head.
Even though I don't like where I am,
maybe I came here so I could meet her.
Doesn't she look like a Ninja Turtle?
She looks like Leonardo.
Time's up, get our squad.
Let's go!
3A, outside.
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, Company Commander.
We're here for your squad test.
We want to see what you've learned.
We'll have a few stations.
You're not being tested as individuals,
but as squads.
I want to see you going all out
and I want healthy competition,
and of course the winning squad
will be rewarded.
Good luck.
Thank you, Company Commander!
We're in this competition,
where every squad proves
what it's learned
and how it works together,
and because it's in squads,
it's like the guys versus the girls.
Give 'em hell, take it seriously.
Give it your all.
Not for the reward,
but to show everyone
that we're the best squad in this company.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're already the best.
Use good judgment, okay?
Don't yell,
"Fire! Fire!" for nothing.
You know what to do,
believe me.
Today is our chance
to show we can beat the guys
at everything.
Ready?
Yes, Commander Ada!
After what Noam said,
we'll do anything to win
and prove him wrong.
Give it your all,
okay?
-Yes, Commander Nehorai!
Let's go.
I think we'll win this, no problem.
There's no way the guys in my squad
will let the girls beat them.
Get into formation, the Platoon Sergeant
will give you the signal.
We're gonna win, 100 percent.
Staggered column behind me, we started.
We're great, and we're gonna win.
Squad test, hashtag we started.
It's like this, 3A.
One person on the stretcher,
four pick him up
and run to the finish line.
Let's go! Let's go!
Give me the strap.
-Quick, quick!
Go, go, go.
Weapon between your legs,
like I taught you, go, go.
Come on, higher.
Good, strap him in, lift.
Lift!`
Legs, lift!
-Legs, lift!
Stretcher to shoulder height.
Let's go.
Come on.
Run!
Run!
Good!
All the way!
Go, go!
Go, all the way!
More! More!
Just a little more!
Keep running!
-Down!
35 seconds.
Is that the fastest so far?
-Very good!
That's our best score,
we broke a record.
Very good! -Good!
-Let's go!
When we want to,
we can be the best here.
It's easy, we...
we're a crazy squad.
Literally.
That's it.
Stretcher to hip height.
-Stretcher to shoulder height.
Stretcher to the ground.
-61.
Good job, girls.
Well done, girls,
Let's go, everyone.
Go, go, go.
Come on! All the way to the top!
Go, run!
Because of this rivalry
between the guys and the girls,
we can't give up.
What's going on, 3A?
What's going on, Company Medic?
-Good.
Peleg falls wounded.
You all run up there
and come back to treat Peleg.
-Run!
More! More!
Come on, 3A, climb!
Come on!
You hear me?
-Where is he wounded?
First the bleeding.
Where did you say he's bleeding?
-Shrapnel in his left arm.
Okay, shrapnel.
Left arm.
Avigail, fall wounded.
Avigail.
Let me see if she's breathing.
She's breathing, but heavily.
Open her mouth.
Now I check consciousness, right?
-Report. -Write it. -Reporting!
What do you report?
-Um...
Command post, this is 3C Rooster,
we have a casualty.
We need to keep the airway open.
No, he's conscious.
-You're many people, you're a squad.
We need to cover him.
No, no, no.
He's conscious.
-You apply a tourniquet.
Are you holding on?
Hold your head.
I'm lying down.
One, two, three, out.
We worked like a squad
at a very high level.
Let's maintain her breathing
until the evac comes.
Medic, where's the evac?
There's no evac, he's dead.
Sorry, Peleg.
What a bummer.
Two columns heading back.
We messed up with the first aid.
There were a few mistakes,
and that's a bummer.
Excellent, Karina.
Excellent, Naama. Go.
Excellent, girls.
We felt that we did a really good job.
The competition adds to the pressure
and the pressure makes us
work better as a squad.
How's it going, 3A?
Fine, Platoon Commander.
Great, at this station you're being tested
on your knowledge of movement
and signals.
How do you signal
moving across inferior terrain?
If this is 360.
No.
Show me the signal for danger procedure.
Great. You even got the bonus.
Want another one? -Yes.
Okay.
Get into formation.
Moshe!
Come on.
Okay, here's what's gonna happen.
We're going
to move across inferior terrain.
Moshe, you advance your team.
It's not complicated,
just focus on our signals
and provide cover.
Pay attention
that you could be abducted,
that's why we're covering in pairs,
always.
Me, you and Adi,
here, cover towards the wadi.
Then they run, we cover them,
everyone aims outside.
We take the summit.
We need to move across inferior terrain.
We're on a certain hill,
we need to get to the other hill,
and between them
we have to cross through a wadi,
advancing in pairs.
Come on.
He should be advancing them in pairs.
Next time advance in pairs.
The fewer people are up,
the less danger there is.
3C, 3.
Excellent exercise.
Get up, girls.
There's no way they're beating us today.
Okay, you wanna know where you are?
Yes, crawling, Platoon Sergeant.
This is the starting line,
see the stones on both sides?
Yes, Platoon Sergeant!
-That's the finish line.
You're being tested on time,
teamwork,
and how you help each other.
Okay, this is the money-time.
A crawling station.
Spread out here.
We're standing on the line,
looking at each other like,
"Nobody gives up
"don't stop for a second..."
It's pretty straight,
this'll be easy.
Everybody's thinking
we've already done this,
this time it's straight
and not uphill.
Teamwork is key.
Nobody stops, I don't care if it hurts.
Am I clear?
-Yes, Commander Ada!
Good luck!
Go, go. -Do it!
-Do it, do it.
Very good!
Go, do it, girls!
Nobody stops, go!
Go, go!
I want to see you all blue.
Go, go!
Good job, Lions.
Great, girls, keep going!
Come on, Koren.
You've gotta do it.
It's just a small injury,
that's not stopping our squad.
Go, Adi! Go, girls!
Who's gonna finish first? Fight for it!
Go.
I want fire in your eyes!
Aren't you fighters?
You gotta keep going, Koren.
Come on!
-Just a little bit more.
Go. Two meters.
Come on.
Meged, two meters, don't give up.
Son of a bitch.
Very good!
Get up, Koren!
3A, none of you crawled
with those who came behind you.
I know it's hard,
but in the future, crawl with them.
Oh, okay.
-Encourage them by crawling.
That was probably to check
how bonded our squad is.
I think it was our mistake.
We really thought the goal
was to finish as fast as possible,
so we didn't run back
and crawl with the guys who were last.
Did you finish?
-Yeah, let's go.
Never leave anyone.
Go, girls!
-Come on, Sharon.
One...
Knee...
-Let's go, let's go.
One, two...
-Come on, Sharon.
We won't get to shower
because of you. Move your ass.
One, two, let's go,
let's go, let's go,
great, great.
Good, girls, this is the end.
Good,
well done on the teamwork.
We saw how you sacrificed
everything to help each other.
We were really on top of it
and we really worked together.
We decided we were going to win.
Start moving.
-Let's go!
I believe we're the winning class,
that's what I want to believe,
and I'll be bummed out if we don't win.
I sniffed around to see how we're doing,
and we were really good,
so well done.
Do we have a chance at winning?
We're satisfied just being good,
but if we win first place,
that'll be a bonus.
The squad test
tested your professionalism
and teamwork.
One squad won
and it won
by a big lead,
in its appearance, individual soldiery
and teamwork.
This squad really was
several levels above everybody else.
That squad is 3C.
I told you.
It's crazy. We never competed
against them so bad
in a concluding exercise.
It's amazing.
Who's representing the squad?
There's a certificate for the squad.
They deserve a round of applause, guys.
The truth is, it felt terrible.
They didn't win for coming in first
in every task,
but more because of
order and organization,
so good for them, but I don't think
that's what should win the competition.
Congratulations, your squad
led the test, and we could see that,
so keep up the good work
and have a great day.
Good day, Platoon Commander.
Attention, Commander Ada,
can we put this up in our room?
I need to think about it.
Good job, 3C.
You make the platoon proud.
The fact that the girls won
doesn't mean they're better.
All they did was win a squad test...
That's all.
Stop being so stressed out all the time.
I'm not stressed out, Dad.
I'm not stressed out or anything.
I want to get the hell out of here.
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to be here.
-Okay.
That's your decision,
and yours alone,
but it's not wise
to give up and go,