While walking from Beer Sheva's shuk (market) to the Central Bus Station earlier this week, I was surprised to see a long flatbed truck parked at the side of the busy street loaded with two army vehicles.
Then I remembered: I'm not in Jerusalem anymore.
It looked like they had been working hard.
It made me wonder where they had been, where they were being taken, and who and where were the soldiers who patrolled in these open vehicles.
With the nations talking and talking and talking about Syria, at least the reserve soldiers who had been called up last week got to go back home for the Rosh Hashana holiday for a few days.