One of the most memorable incidents etched in my memory was a funeral in the Jewish settlement. A soldier was killed in an incident on Route 60, he was shot. This created great unrest among the settlers. The funeral itself was very, very difficult. Really, the settlers rioted to degrees that I hadn't experienced. It was the first time I encountered such violence by settlers. We secured them, so to speak. We were there to protect them from the Palestinians. [But] in the end I found myself defending Palestinians from the settlers. They (the settlers) just walked down the street, on a road that leads toward the cemetery, and all along this path there are Palestinian houses on both sides. After all, the Jewish community (the Israeli settlement in Hebron) sits on and has sections in which Palestinians live (the settlement in Hebron is divided into five different points of settlement, between which are Palestinian neighborhoods). And they just went, the settlers, along this entire path cocking their weapons and shooting into windows – taking rocks, tiles, battering the surrounding Palestinian houses. Now why do I remember it so well? Because it got to the point that just before the entrance to the cemetery, the convoy stopped and we all stood right in front of a Palestinian house, and the settlers began to break down the concrete barrier, and this is a concrete barrier. They just broke the whole barrier. And they stationed us there to protect the house, so they (the settlers) just knocked us over on the tiles, on the concrete barrier. Knocked us down, broke everything and trampled over us all. They walked over us and stepped on us toward the house. We got up quickly, and once again just created a barrier right around the house (belonging to the Palestinian family), and they (the settlers) just started to hit us because we weren't letting them enter the house. And then there was a moment when I heard one of the settlers say "okay forget it guys, I found another solution." Then he said something like, "Gas is of great use," something cynical and then they all left. And it turns out that they, I don't know how, but it turns out they created a gas leak in the house. Now, I don't know if there was a family there or not. I recall there being one, but I can't... I can't say [for sure] if there was one or not, but I remember the situation and that I said to myself, "Wow, if I was in that house, God help me, how scary." Like, I'm completely smeared in blood, all bruised, and all I can think about is who I'm really defending here and what I'm doing here. And it's a very memorable incident for me, because I think it was the beginning of the crack. I came here to defend my country and then you say to yourself, but this is my country? Is this what my country looks like? Is this how people behave in my country?