[Fiction, not single-page] Life as a soldier in the Israeli Defense Force, and a trip to the tear-gas tent:
“Do you love the army?” my commander asks.
“Yes and no, I mean I definitely believe that it is important in a country like ours to serve in the army, but I hope for peace, and on a personal level, of course, boot camp presents its own hardships, and also—”
“Enough,” my boot-camp commander says.
“Are you afraid to die?” she asks. She skips two questions. She knows I am trouble, although I have barely caused any yet. Maybe trouble isn’t something you do, it’s something you are.