Stuck in the Past
This is it. My last day in the Tzahal group. And the day I can, no, I will ask my father if I can join Mossad. I watch as all those who remain congregate behind us to see us off. We all look so smart in our military uniforms, but inside I know many feel reckless, after having dreamt of freedom for so long, that they will finally get to taste it. For me, I hope it will merely be a change in regime, going from one strict organisation to another. Unbidden, memories of the last two years enter my head.
The first day Ziva walked into the compound was the day she realised that all she ever wanted to do was be in the military, or some other similarly ranked organization. Everything was so organised; nothing out of place in a sprawling mass of buildings, with hundreds of troops milling around everywhere, training, eating, some were even taking a nap!
