When we were in Gaza we entered a house, where a soldier was walking around with a five [kilo] hammer saying "every time I enter a house I don't leave them even one [light] switch in the whole place." With his five-hammer he broke all the switches in the house. Why do I remember this so well? Because it really irked me, but I also didn't say anything, because we felt like their guests. Gaza was something completely different. "In Gaza there are no rules," was the sentence that was repeated all the time.

What was the activity in Gaza? An extended operation. We went in, we were there for something like 72 hours, we went out to regroup and went in again. We entered firing, [at] the first row of houses. Fire means [shooting] grenade machine guns, heavy machine guns and MAGs at houses. We emptied cartridge after cartridge and shot like crazy, and it was also really fun.

What do you shoot at? At windows. That's what entering with fire means. The entire battalion enters and forms a straight line, and everyone shoots, shoots, shoots, choosing one house, entering the house.

Are there people in the houses? There are people. It was strange that they weren't wounded. In all my life I've never seen such massive firepower as in that entrance there, tanks as well. The fire is actually your refuge. That's how you advance. There was crazy firepower there, it was a party for us, we fired like lunatics. I'm saying to my friend "what are you shooting at, tell me what you're shooting at?" and he answers, "I don't know, just spray." And we sprayed.