I was in Hebron a thousand times, weekends or whole weeks. I spent a lot of time there. You stand at the Worshipper’s Junction. There was this story in Hebron. It was maybe the most annoying evening I had in the army. I was on guard duty for 13 hours: up at 5 a.m., on duty straight through until 8 p.m., and then – it was Passover, and some family decided to hold its ritual meal outdoors. We had to stay on guard duty, couldn’t leave.
Yes. One family.
Where was this?
Right above the curve in the Worshippers’ Route, turning into Gvura Alley, there’s an open space where they put up an outpost for the day, and set their table. Right on the junction. We had to stay there until 11 p.m., keep Arabs from crossing through there, so that they don’t harm that very precious family.
How many people are we talking about here?
Ten, what do I know.