I Am Somewhere In Israel. This is what you’re always told to say when you’re at a Secret Military Base, a quaint custom that predates this time when you can probably find out what they are serving for dinner at the base using Google Maps and an iPhone. This Secret Location is Secreter than most, located as it is next to the Really Secret Nuclear Reactor, which officially does not exist, despite the road signs in the city of Dimona that point, in Hebrew and English, to the Nuclear Research Facility. Go figure. But just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. Whether you’re a Guns or Butter guy, if the military here wasn’t what it is, there is little practical argument that we would be here at all. If you read that sentence enough times, slowly, I think it may make sense The military is a huge part of the fabric of society. It brings almost every 18 year old from all parts of the society together, shakes and stirs them really hard, and turns them out no sooner than 3 years later, a little more blended together. Then everyone goes back for reserve ...