My wife just opened a letter I got from the army, informing me that I have just received my first promotion in over a decade. Maybe it’s due to logging in enough reseve days, or maybe it’s in honor of 10 years passing since I finished my regular service (has it been that long?), but I am now a RASAL or Rav Samal, the rough equivalent to a American… E5? I’m not sure, but that sounds about right.
I’m tickled pink by the absurdity of it. Enlisted ranks mean next to nothing in the regular IDF and even less in the reserves, where only officers and the most senior NCOs wear any insignia at all. I doubt I’ll ever own the stripes I now rightfully deserve (ha!) unless my wife buys me a set as a gag. The new rank will give me no new responsibility, no new authority and no extra pay. It’s a compliment, I suppose, but it’s not one I ever thought about asking for, nor one that will affect my life in even the most miniscule way.
My wife asked me if I want to celebrate. I can’t tell if she’s kidding or not.