The Second Intifada still goes on

During The Second Intifada:

I lived in Jerusalem.

I saw two bombings.

I heard at least ten.

The city was blowing up every day.

I worked security and was expected to stop a suicide bomber if I encountered one, for 19 shekels an hour.

Many friends were shot and blown up.

I refused to stay home.

I left home not knowing if I would die that day, every day, for years.

I was hyper aware of everything and everyone around me for years.

I saw things no one should see. They stay with me to this day. There are times, like now, when I feel like it is still going on. I expect everything around me to explode.

We were blown up for years until the army went into Ramallah and Jenin and other places and they built a wall.

I lived downtown. I lived under siege. I survived. I was damaged. I relive it. And I go on.

I was treated in hospital for shock.

I am Israeli. We didn’t call it the Second Intifada. We just called it “The Situation.”

Every day is a situation. Every situation is a challenge. Thank God I was in the army.

I don’t like quiet. I don’t like white walls.

The Intifada still goes on in many of our minds.

Terror is war. It is for life. I carried wounded. I ran into the fire. I saw pieces of exploded car fly over my head. I heard cries of pain and fear. I lived horror.

I see things that would make people scream when I close my eyes.

The Intifada is still going on at times, in my mind. So do I.

About the Author
Greg Tepper moved to Israel in 1997 from the United States. He served in an IDF combat unit and completed approximately 15 years of reserve duty until he was discharged at 38. He used to write news for the Times of Israel and other publications and is now focusing on fiction inspired by his experiences in a schizophrenic psychosis in Jerusalem for the duration of a year.
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