Two kids hurled stones at us in the area of Abu-Sneina and we began to chase them, of course we have no chance in chasing them because they’re youths who jump from roof to roof and we're with all our equipment. We succeeded in catching someone who the commander of the patrol thought, "I think it's him." I didn't recognize him. He caught him, the kid was 12 or 13, he started screaming in Arabic. And then from all the windows all sorts of mothers and relatively older women started screaming as well, we didn't know what they were screaming at us so  began to slightly panic. And the kid kept screaming and the commander didn't like it. He told us at some stage "the kid must be calmed down." We reached a narrower alley and then he told four [of us] to guard, and that his designated partner join him, and he began beating him up. And we hear the kid screaming even louder.

How long were you in that alley? Ten seconds, until he understood that it wouldn't help. If you keep beating up the kid, apparently he won't stop screaming.

And what happened to the kid? We brought him back, I don't remember how we found his parents. Our commander told us "his parents will probably 'take care' of him too. The parents don't like their children throwing stones and messing around because it means the army will give it to them even harder and target them, and they don't want trouble with the army."