The arrival of the soldiers

The soldiers arrival

The soldiers arrive to the base at night.
Isolated basis in the mountains.

The wind is rocking the cables in between the small buildings.
There is a single lonely light in one of the buildings.
The light shines on a wall and casts a shadow of a human shape in the opening weight out a door.

The bus cart wi the soldiers arrives.
Eight soldiers disembark and throw their bags on the ground.

The bus cart is pulling away.

As the bus cart vanishes into the distance the only thing to be heard is silence and the only thing to be seen is the light from the building.

When complete silence falls, the officer addresses the soldiers in a booming voice:

- Ladies, welcome to the summer house. Glad to see you all got here in one piece, nice and pretty.
And happy to tell you, that after such yawn inducing trips this, you’ve really reached your final destination.
And the outlook is even more enticing: We’re literally in a middle of nowhere, so there’s no living breathing creature around (at least as far as I know) that could interrupt this unforgettable experience, in this rocky and airy place, which there is no other like it, let me tell you.
Luckily for you, ladies, there is someone who will take care of of you and your expectations, expectations that I’m sure you’ve already built for yourselves. Truth be told - that someone is me.
And now I’ve got a newsflash…a rather sad one I’d say (sighs)
See that… that rock with the flag on it? Over there on a kind of rocky ridge.
(the soldiers turn to look at the ridge and squint trying to find the flag, not finding it they start to stare at each other)
The officer shouts at them: Shut up! Shut up you motherfuckers! Please… be nice and bring me the flag.
(the soldiers start to march towards the ridge)
The officer speaks in his normal voice: Crawling please, how do you expect to finds it on such a magical night?
(the soldiers go down to a crawl)

-Aaand something else, before I go and take a nap for a bit, I got to let you know that you mustn’t miss the sweet vanilla spoon, and I love those vanilla spoons, and if you don’t like them like I do - you’re likely messed up. And I don’t want messed up people in my retreat, to be honest. And if my taste, as it were, is not to your taste - your way is beyond the ridge, where there tourism centers of much lesser magnitude that the one you’re in…

The soldiers start to crawl frantically over the rocks, under the rain and the lightning. Leaving drops of blood on the rocks.

Eventually, everyone gathers round the flag that fallen, There is a picture on the flag of the word: ‘distance’

At some point a sound of a cocking machine gun is heard. After that, bullets start spraying all over from the base
below. After the bullets stop flying above the soldiers’ heads, one of them starts to loudly and hysterically whine:
-What are we gonna do now? I’m not ready for this sheet! What is he nuts? Wants to put me in a bag? Black bag? To knock on the door of mum and tell he has a present, that psychopath?! What is he retarded? Just a moments ago I started to drink a coffee with cream’ and that motherfucker, that even hell has no place for him, talks about vanilla spoons? Goddamn it, I’ll shove those spoons up his!…
(one of the soldiers interrupts, with a Mediterranean accent)

-Hey! Relax Shmul, Take it easy man. Yeah, I get you. Feel you and share your pain. Nobody expected it would be prep camp all over again. And yes, we’re all suffering. Believe me. And yes it’s tough. Even confusing. But what’re you gonna do? These are the times. And in times like these, yeah there ’s no budget for coffee and cream. What’re you gonna do? But listen, listen bro…we were in ,much less fun situations, remember? Remember how you sprained your ankle before the cross country haul? Remember how guys like Pini or Vini would shit while walking with 100 pounds on their back? Remember Egozi how your eyes went out of your sockets when you pissed off the krav-maga instructor? Telling you, he was looking like an owl, intelligence for real….And remember me, how I got punished during the captivity week? I got another captivity week.

Shmul:
-And since then you speak funny…

The other one continues:
-Yeah, but what’re you gonna do? Whatever they say. And if we fall victim to another moron… What’ good and what’s bad? We’ll manage, guys. We’re brothers after all, brothers in pain and in suffering, we’ll be strong and we’ll survive the heartless and souls monster down there, as well.

(one of the soldiers snores in his sleep)

Smul:
-Listen Dwilla, you…You know how to lift the mood, huh?

-I know Shmul, I know.

(The snoring guy, wakes up and stand up)
-Are we done? I feel like getting back to base, it’s getting cold here.

(Everyone agrees, they grab the flag and start crawling back down to the base)


At the dark base

The right shoe off the office can be seen as he stands outside of his building, facing the slope down the ridge.
A pile of backpacks exhuming smoke is on the ground.

Suddenly bright spotlights are turned on and illuminate the square in front of the officer.

The office:
- So, let’s see you.


(murmuring in the shadows, across the square)
-Let’s make this like we’re in we’re really hurting.

And slowly they crawl out of the darkness.
Dirty, wounded, leaving trails of blood behind them.
One of the soldiers raises the flag for show.

The camera is faced up and towards the officers head so his hands can be seen.
He stands and swallows vanilla spoons, looking at the soldiers.

Sounds of panting in the background.
The officer is finished with the vanilla.
(Lets out a big sigh and smiles a monstrous smile).

The officer:
- My name is Vice and there are 2 principle things you need to know about me:
One, that flag over there, that’s my symbol, the symbol of the unshakeable and disputable policy I hold.
And if any one of you has a thought, even just the thought about my flag - I’m telling you:
Two, I love my ideas, and if I’ve decided to have/make one, I don’t care swallowing the entire jar for it. Clear?

The soldiers:
- positive, officer Vice.

Vice:
- Good. Cause from now on, you’re all going to live in the wondrous world I’ll show you. And believe me, whatever you though about yourselves and to yourselves - I’m telling: I don’t give [censored]. Did you here me curse right now?

- Negative, Officer Vice.

Vice:
- Good. Cause this war is going only through me. And only through me it is to be decided whether there is a win or a failure.
And right now I’m relay in the mood of fucking top some neighbors beyond that ridge, cause these spoons…they got something.
So, for the finale
(Office Vice throws away the jar)
Stick that flag over there (points behind the soldiers), up on the mountain, the one over the enemy lines. And get back before I got any new idea. Questions? Yupty dupty. Welcome to my troop.