MARIÂNGELA BERQUÓ enfoca a Geopolítica: Rogue IDF: O. Protective Edge 38° Dia

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Quinta-feira, dia 14 de agosto de 2014

During the night, despite the ceasefire still in effect, Netanyahu ordered the IDF to strike four "targets" in Gaza saying it was in retaliation for rocket fire - Hamas denied launching the rockets. Meanwhile, also under enormous international pressure, the US announces that it has suspended the sale of Hellfire Missiles to Israel - at least until the end of Operation Protective Edge.
Indirect negotiations continued in Cairo.
No body was found during the truce on Thursday 14.

Nenhum corpo foi encontrado sob os escombros no dia 14 de agosto de 2014.

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Shovrim Shtika - Breaking the Silence

68. "You fire shells at the houses and spray bullets at the orchard”
Rank: Staff Sergeant. Unit: Infantry. Area: Northern Gaza strip:
We reached the first line of houses and the platoon commander ‘cleared up’ a few key spaces with grenades. You never ‘open’ houses ‘dry’ (without live fire) – you throw a grenade [before you enter]. It busts the walls, brings down plaster and paint. At some point you take over the house. Only a few minutes after we would finish taking over the houses, the area was ‘sterilized,’ a sweep was conducted, one made sure there was no terrorist with an anti-tank missile… Then tanks and D9s (armored bulldozers) come over at the same time. It was one of the most beautiful orchards I’d ever seen – it looked just like an old-style Moshav (a type of rural town), and within a few hours it was totally erased – reduced to piles of powdered sand. Tanks drove over it and broke up the ground, smashing it to smithereens.
Was [the orchard] ruined on purpose, or because heavy equipment was moving through?
It simply was not taken into consideration. It’s not like they said, “Hey, there’s an orchard here.” You don’t think in those terms. No one was told to destroy the orchard – it’s simply that the earth was pushed up; it was needed for a rampart. It’s not as if they were trying to consider the Society for the Protection of Nature or the JNF (Jewish National Fund) in worrying about the trees and the animals.
The area was needed for a specific reason?
Right, and so it was used. [Inside the house] what we do is use a hammer to break the tiles for the sandbags. One of the soldiers said he wasn’t willing to do that because we could bring in sand from outside. They told him he couldn’t do that, and there was some arguing about it. We broke tiles in a corner of the house, in a place where we wouldn’t be sitting. We put sandbags and camouflage nets in the windows, so that when you guard there you’re protected, so that only a very small part of you is visible. The next night they told us, “We’re switching houses.” You take over another house, and the same procedure all over again, sandbags and so forth. When we went to take over [the next house], there was an orchard on the way. And crossing that is scary, you don’t know what’s in there. There was this crazy part when tanks were firing shells non-stop, and then all at once spraying machine gun fire into the entire orchard. You fire shells at the houses and spray bullets [at the orchard]. Eight, 10minutes like that, and then they say, “OK, you can start going through now.” There are people whose job it is to strategically analyze what constitutes a threat, and there are lookout posts. If movement is detected, the house is blown up. If you detect movement inside a house that’s in an area where combat has been taking place for more than two days, it’s pretty clear that they didn’t just drop by to make some coffee.
You see a man smoking a cigarette in a window, are you supposed to shoot him?
You’re asking questions only a civilian would ask. [That doesn’t happen].
69. “It was just for kicks – the sort of fun you have at a shooting range”
Rank: Staff Sergeant. Unit: Armored Corps:
The topography shifted as much as the routes shifted – new routes were cleared, old ones destroyed. The D9s (armored bulldozers) there were working 24/7, all the time, building rampart enclosures. That’s a square of walls a few meters high – they need to be taller than the tanks, so that each tank is covered plus a little extra for security. It’s similar to how one builds a skyscraper. First you build the foundations, a few meters deep. You could have an orchard or a courtyard of a house where suddenly the terrain dips down a few meters lower. The construction of the enclosure changes everything. It had strategic use, but it caused a lot of damage to the area. The enclosure we were in during most of the period ruined the yard, but nothing besides that. The trees did get destroyed in the end, because the tanks ran over them when they entered the orchard. That happened a lot. In the first day or two, that stuff didn’t happen so often. There were some ruins here, some there – but it all looked relatively OK, relatively intact. Slowly but surely, as the operation went on, so did the destruction of houses [and also] those that were half destroyed – ones that D9s ran over, which a few shells, or even the air force, had hit. Every place you get to you shoot a few bursts and shells to ‘sterilize’ the house before you even enter. Any house that infantry guys enter – a tank precedes them. That was really the formulation: any force that enters a house – first, at least one tank shell is fired at it before the force even goes in. Immediately after the engagement we set up in this orchard, we blasted shells at the surrounding houses. Even my commander, because he was hyped up to fire his personal weapon, took the entire team out just to shoot at the house, which was already obviously empty. So many shells were fired at it, and it was clearly empty. “Well, fire,” he told us. It was meaningless. It was just for kicks – the sort of fun you have at a shooting range.

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