What the war does to us
In all the argument surrounding the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, we've rarely heard the voices of the conscripts, many of them teenagers, who make up the occupying army. Linda Grant spends five days with an IDF paratroop company, hearing their defiance and their misgivings
Part II: What the war does to us
Saturday November 29, 2003
The Guardian
From the roof of the house on the edge of the village, the great bowl of the valley shows a biblical landscape, a rocky hilltop and, in the distance, the white towers of Nablus. Along the dusty road, Palestinian men, women and children are toiling under a hot sun, barred from driving by an army roadblock: an old woman in a blue velvet dress, her face white and sweating; a woman holding a sick child in her arms, its eyes rolling; a water engineer trying to get to a meeting in Nablus to sign a contract. A Red Crescent ambulance with a doctor and a driver. On the roof are sandbags, camouflage netting, an Israeli flag; beyond the walls, in the garden, garbage, pizza boxes, a cardboard target of a soldier with chest sections marked. At the beginning of this year, the army occupied the top floor and roof of the Turabi family's house. It was their bad luck that its position on the edge of the village of Tsara, overlooking all the roads from Nablus, made it an ideal watchtower for soldiers charged with stopping suicide bombers entering the cities of Israel. They arrived a week or so before one of the Turabi sons was due to get married and move into the new apartment his parents had built on the top floor for him and his bride. Nine months later, there is still no wedding. Concrete slabs have been raised in front of the gate, anyone who passes before their door is subject to a checkpoint and the ones the army doesn't like the look of have to put their identity documents into a slit in the
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