As an NCO, I slept at the quarters of one of the companies in Hebron. Since there were no girls' dorms there, I slept in one room with the guys. I recall one night, about 4 a.m., one of the platoon commanders, I think he was a sergeant, came in and sat down on my bed, waking me up. I jump up, he sits, still with his ceramic bullet-proof vest, helmet, weapons, down from guard duty this minute. I asked, "Did anything happen?" He sits there, eyes glazed, and tells me, "I had a dream." I ask, "What kind of dream?" "I dreamt Jews were beating me up and Arabs were beating me up and I was standing in the middle and couldn't do a thing." I asked him, "This was no dream, right? You've just come off your shift, and something has happened." Then he said, "Yes". The guy was in shock. They had just removed some settlers out of Palestinian shops in Hebron. The Palestinians came down to defend their own shops, the settlers tried to force their way in, the soldiers were there in the middle and got hit by both sides, and the soldier was simply shocked. I had to actually help him remove his helmet and vest, and go to sleep, to forget it all. He came back dazed from this situation. This is another of those things that really got imprinted on my mind.