Me in 1985 on kibbutz Ashdot Yaakov, Israel. I was 21. We were hitching a ride from Gallile and Israeli soldiers picked us up. Hitching in Israel was the way to go back then. Nicest people you could ever ask to meet. I asked for a picture with one of their weapons (which they kept in the the trunk BTW) and military shirts. My friend who now lives in Holland had the picture and recently sent it to me.