An open letter from the piece of shrapnel in the rear end of an IDF soldier
I’ve known you since ’48, and even if you do whatever you can to forget I exist, I’m there in the back all the time, and somehow I’ve started to feel I’m a part of you.
Hey, Yoav. Yes, yes, you − the soldier from Golani − why didn’t you tell me you were a friend of Bennett’s? Man, I would’ve given you props. Yes, it’s me talking − the piece of shrapnel in your bottom, close to the spine. I know it’s surprising that a bit of metal can talk, and in Hebrew for that matter. But hey, that’s what happened − I’ve been stuck in your ass and been a part...
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