Do you recall anything specific? There’s this thing called a “summons”. We’d go on a night patrol, walking, give the person a letter from the Shabak.
Always at night? Yes. Around 1-2 a.m. You go into a house, bang ba-ba-ba, come wearing ceramic vests, camouflage face paint. Once, some old lady opened the door and was stunned, nearly had a heart attack from what she saw. An 80-year old granny opens the door, you’re there with your ceramic vest and gear and grenades, eight guys standing like that outside her door, each covering a corner, she comes out and nearly pisses in her pants.
Then what did you do? Yell at her to get her husband. He comes out, we yell at him like crazy so he gets scared, let him understand he’s got to show up at the Shabak.
Is that what you’re told, “Scare him”? Yes.
In those very words? That’s the point. Why do it in the middle of the night, what’s the logic in that? We were in the village all day, but you want to startle him, wake him up in the middle of the night, shove the summons in his face. Why not mail it to him? What are these summons? You deliver a letter, you’re a postman. You’re supposed to deliver the Shabak’s suspects a summons to go to the Shabak.
Do you know who they were? No.
Do you know why? I get a name, I have to do it. Never mind who it is, it’s an instruction issued by the Shabak.
How many such missions did you carry out? Lots, yes.
Did a person ever not agree to receive the letter or resist? They’re scared. What do you mean by resist? How can one resist? He’s alone and outside there are some ten Israeli army commanders. What would he do? Resist? We’d use more force. What can you do?
What ages were they, usually? Those summoned were usually adults. 30-40 years old.